Picture a sun-soaked summer in an elegant hillside neighborhood. A teenage boy from the lower part of town sneaks past blooming wisteria and empty villas to meet the girl he worships. Their days are filled with swimming pools, cafés, and the dizzy rush of first love that only a 15-year-old heart can feel. To him, everything up there looks enchanted: her street, her house, even the air she breathes. He is certain she feels the same… until autumn arrives.
When the leaves change, so does the truth. The boy brings her a handmade bracelet, only to hear her laughing at him behind the vines. In that instant he realizes he has always been celui d’en bas – the one from below, the outsider. Years later she still lives among beautiful people on the hill, and he still carries the marker-ink memory of that class divide. The song blends nostalgia, social contrast, and lingering heartache into a bittersweet anthem about how first loves fade, but the sting of not belonging can last a lifetime.