Beste Korkmaz Yarim -

: Every lyric feels like a footstep toward someone who keeps moving further away. It’s the sound of a late-night drive through Istanbul, where the streetlights blur into streaks of gold and the only thing certain is the distance between two souls.

: If you are my Yarim , why do I feel like I am holding onto a ghost? To be a "half" implies there is another part coming to meet you, yet this music tells a story of a circle that never quite closes. Beste Korkmaz Yarim

The song fades out, but the echo remains—a beautiful, aching reminder that sometimes, being someone’s "half" is just a poetic way of saying you are still waiting to be whole. apple.com/us/artist/beste-korkmaz/1583176041">İcabında ? : Every lyric feels like a footstep toward