裸の心

The sound flows like a boundless stream - fragments of words, voices, rhythms, seemingly arranged at random, but ultimately forming a complete puzzle of moods. Somewhere between the shouts and drawn-out “woos,” a trance-like feeling emerges: as if you were driving down the highway at night, the headlights of neighboring cars flashing, and your thoughts mingling with the music until they become completely indistinguishable. It's not about words and meanings, but about a state of being - getting lost, dissolving, and suddenly catching a strange peaceful high where there seems to be only noise and chaos.