More songs by ena mori
Description
The hot summer here smells not of cocktails and the sea, but of burning resentment. The sun's rays cut deeper than memories, and the sand stuck to the skin becomes almost a symbol of what can no longer be washed away. In the song, drowning becomes a metaphor: watch yourself sink, watch the oxygen slip through your fingers. This is not cruelty for cruelty's sake, but rather a reflection of how the injustice of the world turns tenderness into a spectacle of retribution. Beautiful, painful, and quietly chilling.
Author: ena mori
Producer: Timothy Ran, ena mori
Mixing: Sam Marques
Mastering: Emil De La Rosa
Creative Producer: Dani Altavona
LUNCHBOX presents: Daniel Raliug, director and editor
Andrew Aquino, cinematographer and colorist
Sean Abela, project and production manager
Rod Gonzalez, assistant cinematographer and Resolume operator
Hanz Domingo, BTS photographer