Bob Dylan and Rosé are stuck in Stuck in a Desert Gas Station and forced to have a deep conversation.

Bob Dylan: This gas station, it's a metaphor, see? Just like life, full of dead ends and stale coffee, ya know?

Rosé: (Sighs) I guess, but even in a desert, there's still a sky full of stars, oppa. We just need to find the right filter.

Bob Dylan: Filters, yeah, man, they distort the truth. Best to see it raw, like the sun beatin' down on this cracked asphalt.

Rosé: But sometimes a little color, a little melody, can make the pain bearable, like a song on repeat when you're heartbroken.

Bob Dylan: Heartbreak's a highway, honey. Just gotta keep on truckin', even when the tires are flat and the engine's coughin'.

Rosé: I try to find the beauty in the brokenness, the perfect note in the imperfect chord, you know?

Bob Dylan: Beauty's a chameleon, changes with the light. Gotta hold onto somethin' real, somethin' that don't fade.

Rosé: Maybe that's why I keep singing, trying to capture that feeling, that moment before it disappears.

Bob Dylan: Disappearing's the name of the game, kid. Everything's fleeting, just echoes in the canyon of time.

Rosé: Then we better make our echo loud, right? Leave something behind, even in this dusty, forgotten place.