wasurerumaeni

Like a city in the evening after rain: the streets glisten, the streetlights blur into soft spots, and the air still holds the warmth of someone's voices. The sounds of the track are like footsteps on wet asphalt, slightly hurried, slightly dreamy, as if someone is running after their fleeting thought before it melts away like steam.

The melody is a mixture of trembling fragility and hidden strength, like those who seek not only answers, but also the courage to touch their own ghosts. The music gently wraps you in mirages, but between the lines there is a persistent “don't forget, don't let go” before dawn returns everything to its place.