『なんでこんなに、夏が好きなんだろう。』｜日本語ラップ/ネオソウル/チルラップ【邦楽Playlist】

『なんでこんなに、夏が好きなんだろう。』｜日本語ラップ/ネオソウル/チルラップ【邦楽Playlist】

The chirps of the cicadas cling to my ears like noise and won’t go away The damp back of my shirt is uncomfortable, but the memory is beautiful I rush into the air conditioning at the convenience store in the afternoon , melting ice cream dripping from the road I wished “autumn would come quickly” but for some reason I long for that heat again Sweaty days, sticky skies , but they live on in my mind Even that summer’s bad mood now feels strangely gentle sigh That summer was too hot, now I miss it I was always complaining, but even this feelin’ noise-like sunlight still replays in the depths of my heart Cicada showers, heat haze, lies in the sky Too many days somehow glow A season I shouldn’t have needed is now just like a soft echo My hair sways in front of the electric fan I’ve said so many times, “I wish autumn would come quickly,” but when autumn comes, everything will be empty That noise was just right The scars from the mosquito I crushed in the palm of my hand The conversation from that night is fading too, but I miss the sounds of the festival, the pool at night, the scorched asphalt, all of it together Too bright, too loud, too much Heat , but that was our heartbeat. I feel like I’m a little saved from those imperfect summer days. That summer was too hot, now I miss it. I was always complaining, but this feelin’ noise. Even sunlight like this still replays in the depths of my heart. Cicadas, heat haze, lies in the sky. Too many days somehow glowed . A season that shouldn’t have been needed, but now it’s just like a soft echo. I entrust my body to the gentle beat. The hustle and bustle of the city fades away in the distance. The lights of the convenience store flicker dimly. With a can of coffee in hand, one step, breathe . I play with my fingers in my pocket and dissolve into the mellow loop. Today ends without a word to anyone , but that’s kind of comfortable. The tiles on the sidewalk beat out a rhythm. My sneakers slowly rattle through the night. The lo-fi bass leaks from the radio. There are moments when that alone is enough to save me. More than someone else’s drama, the air right now . The sparse stars and the silence of the intersection . A life full of detours. But for tonight, this is just right. Slow down, don’t need no plan. The quiet night has just begun. The moonlight floating in the gap between the buildings. The sound of one person is today’s highlight. Take a deep breath. Count the time I don’t need anyone else’s voice, I just surrender to the vibe lo-fi beat, drifting through the night There’s an empty bench next to the bus stop The night breeze is just a little gentle A distant saxophone plays through my earphones Maybe that’s good enough I always compare myself to others, but now I’ve forgotten all about that Every time I go through a back alley, I think that having nothing is just a little richer Walking home with the shadow lit by the vending machine light Don’t rush, don’t stress, just ease My rhythm, my breath, my peace Slow down, don’t need no plan The quiet night has just begun Moonlight floating in the gap between the buildings The sound of one person is today’s highlight Take a deep breath and count the time I don’t need anyone else’s voice, I just surrender to the vibe lo-fi beat, drifting through the night It’s 2 AM, and I sink into the corner of the sofa The wind from the fan has stopped, the TV is just playing, noisy I can’t focus on what anyone is saying I gaze vaguely across the balcony at the distant neon lights and blinking Light The faint sound of cars passing by It’s like this town never sleeps I gently turn down my smartphone screen, and there’s no need to force myself to connect with anyone This silence is tonight’s sound Being alone is just right Night lounge The wind still leaves a warm feeling Midnight The swaying curtains ride to the beat Even though the town is asleep Breath is live A quiet noise in my heart Dive melting moon, drifting light No one’s voice is just right With a cold can of coffee in hand , I’m just swaying in the waning days of summer The lights of the convenience store are awfully bright The back of my shirt is soaked with sweat The cicadas’ songs are now distant memories Now, fading The sound of sandals echoing on the asphalt My fingers are idle in my pocket Even though today isn’t special, that’s just right Vibe A room without air conditioning is a bit harsh, but the night breeze and lo-fi are the only code Beyond the window, I vaguely saw the shadow of last year It suddenly sways The wind still leaves a warm feeling Midnight The swaying curtains ride to the beat Even though the town is asleep Breath is live A quiet noise in my heart Dive melting moon, drifting light No one’s voice is just right Right, with a cold can of coffee in one hand, I’m just swaying in the margins of summer. Tickin’ tappin’ talkin’ trip. Grip to the phrases that come to mind, slip to the zigzag beat , skip with a swaying lip. No one cares about logic ; the magic of feel is more important than meaning. Flick your fingers along the plastic wave, classic ba-da ba-da, run, bounce step , infinite rounds, friction creates sparks, flash. Go with the flow, clash yo, nando demo, turn it up, fake or real, burn it up , break the pattern, light it up. This flow is your guide, isn’t it? Bop bop, body sway. Play before words , yeah, ride that anyway. My voice is just an overlay , lo-fi, hi-life. Even if it doesn’t mean anything, I’ll survive with just feelin’ right, runnin’ in the neon light flow . Tap tap, the sound slides along the backbeat, swaying in the background, painting the space between kick and snare. No rule, that’s the rule. La-la, skip the line, lightly flow on the mic. A storm of timing is more important than meaning. Flow illuminates the scenery Boom-bap, scratchin’ mind Words turn and rewind With your eyes closed, design, even if it’s meaningless, divine Bop bop, body sway Play before words , yeah, ride that anyway Voice is just an overlay , lo-fi, hi-life Even if it doesn’t mean anything, feelin’ right Runnin’ in the neon light Just survive with the flow Bop bop, body sway Play before words , yeah, ride that anyway Voice is just an overlay , lo-fi, hi-life Even if it doesn’t mean anything, feelin’ right Runnin’ in the neon light Just survive with the flow Cushion sinks at 2 AM, stay in the room with the air conditioning turned off Jazz continues to play and cicadas sirens blur in the distance Flickering neon light, skyline beyond the balcony A cold can in the palm of your hand The night is like a timeline Someone’s voice is over the phone, but you don’t touch the answer button Connection isn’t the only thing that isn’t real These evasive words have no meaning, but they flow by Mint smoke and loose beat While gazing at the moon that never waxes and wanes, just breathe slow burn, The stars twinkle, Leaning our backs to the lo-fi beat, on this night that belongs to no one, Just inhale and exhale, Just ride it midnight loop, we just float, No reply, but that’s a fine tone, Even loneliness is dyed in the sound, faintly swaying, like smoke, The noise of the record needle mixes with my thought process, lazy, The line drawn by the pen tip melts in the night breeze, “How are you?” A notification rings, but for now it’s good, unread, Silence speaks truth, a deeper mood than words, Drops of water on an aluminum can, the rhythm trickles down my fingers, Letting improvised lyricism flow on sleepless nights, Painting a landscape no one knows, This quiet canvas, A view of the future beyond the veranda, belongs to no one, Mass slow burn, The stars twinkle, Leaning our backs to the lo-fi beat, on this night that belongs to no one, Just inhale and exhale, Just ride it midnight loop, we just float, No reply, but that’s a fine tone, Even loneliness is dyed in the sound , faintly swaying, like smoke, Staying awake, With cold soup in hand, I ignore the news, My teeth are still Shake, yesterday’s ghost is walking down the hallway, bedhead throbbing, but still talking, biorhythm is irony, mix, heart is bland, like a bag of tricks , honorifics to cats, seriously surreal, social media off, stayin’ chill , curtain call with no applause, empty stage, I’m all like, pressed down, just a consolation play, even if you ignore me, it’s okay , my soul resonates even without a voice, even if I’m talking to myself, a goal, a spotlight without light, but I’m still in control, even if I’m buried in noise, break , ride the wave of free rhyme, stay free, ride the beat of loneliness, flow, this is my real show , 10 square meters of infinite loop, yesterday’s silence repeat, reboot, meaningless words flowing, “How are you?” is a spell, a meaningless filler, break your pen and swipe your smartphone, on a noisy night, hype, overthinking too much, brain-fried , but I know I’m a broken guide , curtain call with no applause, empty stage, I’m all like, pressed down, just a consolation play, even if you ignore me, it’s okay , my soul resonates even without a voice, even if I’m talking to myself, a goal, a spotlight without light, But I’m still in control Even though I’m buried in noise Break free Rhyme, ride the wave, stay free Ride the beat of loneliness, flow This is my real show Convenience store bag sways in the wind, I want night, stayin’ real I haven’t drunk my cold soup yet Just this vibe, rhyme round and round, in the hush of now, round and round, in the hush of now This silence knows me, knows my name Just flowing, loop again , loop again Floating on a side street of gravity, in a layer that words can’t touch With an untimely blink , today has gone a little awry Half- spoken, half-drinked, the unraveled rhythm circles around again I can’t bring it back with my fingertips But even so, I feel okay Maybe I just want the transparent noise to dance and flow It’s not quiet, but I feel calm, without forcing any meaning Round and round, in the hush of now The distance we can’t touch is comfort Somehow this silence knows me, knows my name Just flowing, loop again , loop Again, in this room with no signals or rules, a time when no one is anyone , and nothing took shape , and yet everything was right. A delayed echo of emotion, a shadow stretching out behind the light. A relationship that felt like an embrace without touching, was just like breathing. Without the courage to break it, nor the will to fix it, I chose to be here, as if that were the answer. Swaying in the quiet sound, round and round, in the hush of now. A distance that doesn’t touch, comfort. Somehow no lines, no maps, no blame . Just as it is, loop again, loop again. Just in the flow, without being called by name, I was certainly there. 4am, canned coffee by the window. Holding on to emotions that have remained cold, my brain is constantly reloading, feeds. A sense of déjà vu that is more meaningful than “read and ignored”. My to-do list is just floating, left half-finished , kissed . Instead of a cigarette, I take a deep breath . Blending into the silence, a sneaky truth, “Oh well,” fills in the blank space. Even the hands of the clock are a little drunk. Beyond the neon lights, the first bus is leaving. Not expecting anything from anyone. Loneliness is a gift. Satellites in my coffee cup . Just drifting is enough. Morning , a voiceless warning, not for anyone. Pick up and switch on the scattered glitches of yesterday. Alone in the backroom of dreams and reality, just still breathe . Blue shines through the curtains. The mood just before the night ends. The sounds and breathing that flow without words are still wavering . The eyes in the mirror are still searching. Not enough to force a smile , but it’s a little different from “lonely”. There’s nothing here, so now is freedom. Only stories that don’t remain in history. Blank lines connecting meaninglessly. This room feels a little wider , maybe it’s a good thing that there’s no one here. Satellites in my coffee cup. Thoughts are still turning up. You can add meaning later. For now, just let me be. A cold can speaks truth. The blues are clearer than yesterday . The city is starting to wake up, but I’m still in a dream. Sip it slow, like time never matters. Just you. This cup and a little gravity left. The uncertain afternoon sky seeps into the tea with milk dropped in it. I swirl the teaspoon. The answer is still in a half-baked mood. The temperature is lukewarm, words are few. The reason we melted between our eyes. The simplicity of “Maybe I like you” actually pushed the truth and You The book I was reading, the continuation of the story, remains still on the table As time moves on, my heart remains static Two dramas in one cup Unable to choose between yes or no, remaining ambiguous feels comfortable Perhaps I was searching for kindness rather than the right answer Sweet and a little bitter, feelings that won’t completely melt are floating If it stays like this and won’t break, it ‘s fine to be ambiguous The sound of the spoon becomes a rhythm Sounds mix in my afternoon with you, neither hot nor cold Just let it be – just let it flow A ding in the back of my ear Silence Your eyelashes drop Science Our conversations with our backs turned are casual, yet sad We’re a little late for our meeting I always run away to check the answer I know it with just one sip, but for some reason my hands are trembling Drowned out by the sound of the air conditioner, I forget to say what’s important Lies and truths, the Milky Way, a veil of steam that floats and disappears Hey, it would be easier if it didn’t matter, but this ambiguity is too real, I can’t make excuses I sink a little again today in the kindness Sweet and a little bitter, I can’t drink it all away If I say this feeling out loud It feels like it’s ending, but it’s ambiguous and nice The sound of spoons becomes the rhythm Colors mix in this afternoon with you, it ‘s neither hot nor cold Just let it be — just let it flow As the afternoon sinks and the feeling melts, fade away Without saying goodbye, I was actually hoping for a little while That this ambiguity would continue I draw a marker on this ambiguous night Peeling the skin off the crescent moon , even using melancholy as a seasoning, putting it on the beat, grace with soy sauce Next to the ashtray, my thoughts turn over, decay more bitter than espresso Rather than getting lost in the meaning, I close my eyes between the hi-hats that strip away the meaning Someone’s right answer, here, is out of sync A monologue while waiting for a traffic light seeps in This city’s mellow, irregular mathematical formula I’d rather float than come up with an answer Even if the phrases are out of sync, even where you take a breath, today is jazz I can’t wait for the right answer, not even the horn or the rhythm section Even if the phrases are out of sync, even where you take a breath, today is Jazz I can’t wait for the right answer, not even the horn, the rhythm section I lost the remote in my dream , an incident like that can make my truth crumble A chill face, carrying worldly desires The bass drum pounding on my chest again today A rhyme chosen from a worn-out dictionary Even when I’m bored, there’s a swing A monologue unravels in the wind I don’t need an answer, just breathe in rhyme A cat I don’t know the name of, passed by me Claws and a tail sharper than rap All the windows in the city are masks But still , the sound resonates , just a perfect circle Even if the phrases are out of sync, it’s jazz I can’t wait for the right answer, not even the horn , the rhythm section Even if the phrases are out of sync, it’s jazz I can’t wait for the right answer, not even the horn, the rhythm section Honestly, it’s more like a habit than poetry When night comes, the rhyme throbs The crescent moon shines again Every time I peel back the skin, it feels a little easier Even if the phrases are out of sync, it’s today Jazz I can’t wait for the right answer, not even the horns, not the rhythm section Even the place to take a breath is unclear Even if the phrases are out of sync, today is jazz I can’t wait for the right answer, not even the horns, not the rhythm section A swaying shadow, a breeze through the screen door Take off your sandals, your bare feet are free The coldness of the canned coffee , just the right amount of city noise, tonight is a harmony The ice sings in the glass by the window Even days without answers are just fine You don’t have to force yourself to laugh, with this vibe, just be me slowly, gently Throw away words and meaning, let the lyrics dance in the night breeze Even if nothing happens, that’s just right Your voice, wandering in a transparent maze, repeats Shadows reflected in a broken mirror. Everyone has a different face. Words are thorns, silence is a blade that dulls the edge. Sneaking up the blank page, writing the code of an unseen future. Light dancing in the darkness. Twisted spirals of time. Repeated layers of lies. The truth is always blurred. Picking up fragments of memories, the puzzle of the heart remains unsolved. Clutching a bouquet of fiction, the city quietly melts into the night. Shadows sway, swaying curtain, fading dreams like glass, they’re hurtin’. Whispers ripple through the night, lost and lost in light. Echoes in the maze, calling out, silent words that scream and shout. Break the glass, see through the lie, still chasing shadows in the Sky. Rusty words sting. Fragments of time ache. Confusing, the crows’ chirps reveal the truth beyond the maze. A blurred view in the distance, distorted light. A tap on the illusory window. A secret serenade reaches only the depths of closed eyes. A whisper of shadows dancing within the entangled veil. Unable to remove the false mask, I continue my solo performance today. Weaving the rusted fragments of the future into dreams, weaver. Wandering through the maze of the heart, find your own door. City shadows sway, swaying curtain, fading dreams like glass, they’re hurtin’. Whispers ripple through the night, lost and lost in light. Echoes in the maze, calling out, silent words that scream and shout. Break the glass, see through the lie, still chasing shadows in the Sky. A beetle riding the rhythm, raised in Tokyo. A ghost that hits your ears in a subcultural style. Even if it’s less than tanka lyrics, it has a strangely smug look when it gets to bossa. Late at night in front of the station, everyone makes a statement. Loneliness and impulse through the effects pedals. Rhymes with post-truth. I don’t want to stand out, but I want to be forgotten. A life floating in a sea of ​​playlist. A philosophy that keeps playing. The sound of the lights makes everything disappear. So tonight, once again, a beetle drowns in ambiguity. Flyin’, radio waves swaying. Subculture ridein’. Gliding through the night, a sweet escape mixed with noise. The answer lies behind the beat. A phrase cut with the rhythm of a blink. Aroma and bass mixed with underground. Everyone is the main character, and even without a script, I write a rhyme in the margins. A phrase cut with the rhythm of a blink. Aroma and bass mixed with underground. Everyone is the main character, and even without a script, I write a rhyme in the margins. I write, my heart receives a notice of absence, but I’m expecting it without expecting anything from anyone, so I’m eating yakisoba instead of pasta The word “stylish” is jarring, but it has its place in ambiguity Missing the last train is just as planned, but my secret rebelliousness mixed with whistling can only be conveyed through music Yesterday’s famous quote, today’s topic Reflection is more important than empathy, I can’t lie to the swaying of bossa , a night of subculture, my safety A phrase cut to the rhythm of a blink, aromas and bass mixed with underground, everyone is the main character, even without a script, I write rhymes in the margins A phrase cut to the rhythm of a blink, aromas and bass mixed with underground, everyone is the main character, even without a script, I write rhymes in the margins, floating, floating, the shell of my thoughts, ambiguity is what makes it edge, it’s punk disguised as chill, and even silence loops, it’s fine if you don’t go home, the night wind carries low Fidelity melted away into the morning before I realized it Ah, the firefly is on the move again The night sneezes, the building nods Roasting the empty truth Rather than putting perfume on the end of words Pouring rhyme into the gaps in the air Before the ice cream melts, the kick is under the vending machine The moon blinks Jazz and fake in a bugged world Tangled thoughts slip out like a snake The soles of my shoes are melancholy Polyphony drips with every step Half pretentious, meaningless but the flow is dirty and clever One match ignites the universe, a verse that defies the beat Who’s right? Which is real? Without answering, just feel, feel, tarara, tarara, riding on the tune of bossa, wetting the night with the echoes of words, this vibe belongs to no one, so free it feels like a lie, and that’s fine , smoke by the window, deeper than LINE, even silence, keep it to a sample, a rhyme blooms in the gaps between your eardrums, a little better than clearing your throat, cooled coffee, the moonlight skipping with a forced smile, more melting chocolate than philosophy, rather than searching for answers, now is just right, a life full of typos, logging in, even the creaking door has a beat in, matching the click of your heartbeat, a meaningless dance, but that’s OK, the voice on the radio, tired of the binary choices, there are other colors besides “YES / NO”, the mood fading away like a catchphrase, but in this moment, more truth than anyone, drawing a map on the ashtray, I don’t know what the future holds, but I write the rhythm, splitting the air with just one toe, I want to drift away on this bossa night, tarara, tarara, riding on the tune of bossa, wetting the night with the echoes of words, this vibe belongs to no one , so free it feels like a lie, and That’s fine Smoke by the window, deeper than Line Even silence is kept to a sample A rhyme blooms in the gaps of my eardrums A little better than clearing my throat At the edge of the night, with a glass in one hand A melody sinks into a slow rhythm Curtains sway, the wind loosens Even silence has a comfortable groove An intersection where light and shadow mix , an unstoppable signal I walk slow with no direction Deep in my thoughts, there’s still a connection The smoke draws a looping pattern Someone’s voice was still clapping in my memory and fades in the distance But as long as there’s a beat, there’s no need to be saved As I gently sway my shoulders, the noise of the city now feels like bossa, as if in sync with my heartbeat I’m not alone, just floating slowly, One-two sway, melting into the night The stars and the moon are just part of the set Rather than “who am I,” “I’m here,” breathe in deep, let it all disappear I don’t pay attention to the hands of the clock I can’t live by someone else’s tempo I hear life through the speakers I ride on this beat, not just survive The particles of piano quietly blend together A rhyme resides in the notes of my heart Just a freestyle in a late café A parlay shared only with myself The scenery I missed is the main character of today The flow is free enough to leave room An alley after the rain, a neon trap But tonight, just let it be As I gently sway my shoulders, the noise of the city now feels like bossa, as if in sync with my heartbeat I’m not alone, just floating slowly, One-two sway, melting into the night The stars and the moon are just part of the set Rather than “who am I,” “I’m here,” breathe in deep, let it all disappear The rusty sign on the back street The fluorescent light flicker gives me the signal to step Lazy, but the rhyme is clear This noise is unexpectedly a guide The truth sleeping deep inside the mask Everyone is a little bit of an actor Recorded daily life is a loop, but I’m a dancer looking for a way out A small heat in the palm of my hand as I hold a can of coffee Before it disappears This chord sticks in my ears more than a read-and-ignore notification Meaningless talk is a left swipe, my internal playlist drives The bus of thoughts never stops There’s no stop to get off Slippin’ in static, talkin’ to ghosts Hourglass upside down, no post Riding on vague rules Fake tide Tired of swimming, just drift wide Midnight vending light, stare too long, a real song on a fake can My heart is busy but moves so slow, ride the silence, let it flow Bass echoes on the walls of a one-room The clock stays still Mixing the afterimage of yesterday’s dream with tonight’s noise Dance Memories are blurred like a timelapse But that vagueness is comfort The night my pen slips, the closer I am to my honest self Sitting by the window, chasing smoke This rhythm is the answer The light of a taxi, crossing the intersection, disappears into the gray Just a blip in Tokyo’s Vein , but only for this moment Main I can look for the meaning later Right now, just ride this train Slippin’ in static, talkin’ to ghosts Hourglass upside down, no post Riding on vague rules, fake tide Tired from swimming, just drift wide Midnight vending light, stare too long In a fake can, a real song My heart is busy but moves so slow, ride the silence, let it flow “All those unvoiced thoughts, they’re still breathing behind the beat” Light off mic on A ghost with a sense of balance whispers “Act with breadcrumb theory” A bass line woven with rumors I dare turn truth into noise The afternoon a tea bag cried Foretelling the future with a cold glass Even fallen shadows turn into rhymes My heart beats before words The smoky air soaks into my clothes Drowning in “meaning”, the meaning disappears The sustain of this room is the story, swimming with punctuation without catching my breath Correctness is always a little late Letting it flow is my Melody – picking up the groove between the lines, dancing like no one can see , speaking with words that don’t exist in the dictionary , nuance over meaning, a voice with a brush , the contours of this night that can’t be contained in a sketchbook are ambiguous, but they match, even a memorized blues can become a melody with just a slight deviation, my brush runs , intoxicated by the thin line of expression, a body temperature that can’t be conveyed with symbols that pierce the beat, the spaces between the lines are the most talkative, it gets heavier with each rhyme , that’s fine, it’s okay to go with the flow, tonight, being right always seems a bit late, just going with the flow, my melody – picking up the groove between the lines, dancing like no one can see, just a little bit off, but that’s the pocket, ghost in the groove, stepping along with the ghost , there’s no need for meaning, but the flow doesn’t lie, passing through the ticket gate, a world of delay , only sneakers marking the time , the announcement is a dubbed dream , the next train isn’t you, there’s a crumpled note in my pocket, how many times have I written “If we meet again”? Only the fading letters are real, much more so than a newspaper in a kiosk Someone’s farewell is sitting on a bench Comparing the temperature of coffee and tears A stranger’s sneeze makes the air tonight a little tremble Who are you waiting for on platform 5? I don’t know the name of the loneliness and the last train, and if this scenery continues, we’re back-to-back stories The departure bell and the lines overlap on this platform, the stage set, and the opening is underway without a lead actor My sneakers with gum still stuck in them dragged a little bit of the future The world only shows “YES / NO” as the electronic signboard blinks The kiosk is closed, and the wind passes through The light from the vending machine is awfully sad “Why do people travel?” an advertisement asks, and I’m silent Listening to bossa with one earphone But my heartbeat feels like a trap Maybe it’s okay to take a ride on this silent fiction once in a while On platform 5, waiting for a dream Everyday life entangled in the soles of my shoes Even after passing through the ticket gate That voice, that temperature, remains Even if the train doesn’t come , it’s okay to move forward Even if a night like that can happen I pretend not to notice the clock Just for tonight, the timetable is free home It ‘s not a place to end, but a bench where you can sit down and let your doubts flow I think you were sitting there too My barley tea glass was swaying in the afternoon Cicadas were chirping, my heart was beating as I rode the bus in the drizzle Midsummer asphalt barefoot run Sweaty but no one stopped me My bike chain came off and I fell , laughing and bleeding, do n’t worry My dreams and maps are undefined But I believed I was invincible every line Wind chimes were ringing on the veranda The smell of sunscreen and memories Water guns aren’t enough energy An afternoon with fantasy at full throttle A more enjoyable reality than school lunch Wandering faster than after school I was running empty-handed , just smiling beyond the backlight Flashback, replay A day like an echo that won’t fade Draw lyrics with the afterimage Even now, still kid in this game Still runnin’, still burnin’ The shadow of a child rides on the beat Still shinin’, still flyin’ Memories I thought I’d forgotten are lightin’ That evening my name was called on the radio, mixed with noise Still summer, still runner Screaming from the depths of my memory thunderEven though I had a plastic sword in my hand, I could have become a hero to the worldIt was heavier than a school bagWith my imagination I could even surpass the skyOutrun the distant thundercloudsI even made an evening shower my allyEven when I forgot my house keys and was standing at the gateEven that was just a storyWhat do you want to be when you grow up? The fire that even ignited such a question The name I wrote in the midsummer sky still remains somewhere Maybe time flows and flows away The scenery can’t be picked up on a smartphone But the moment I take a step forward My heart is still back to basic Still chasin’, still blazin’ Jumpin’ over the cracked road Still echo, still mellow Running barefoot down the hallway Shadow Reaching out to the bright red sky It was so real I couldn’t reach it Still summer, still runner My heart is still beating, hammer At three in the morning, deep in the closet I’m wearing yesterday’s clothes that were almost refuted The excuses hanging on the hanger are still fresh, the scent of melancholy The clock turns but there’s no meaning Ethics remain lost A dead end There ‘s water and noise in the fridge A silence that’s more honest than a philosophy book There’s no right answer in a plain T-shirt The reason I threw away is still online I try googling “how to be loved” but nothing comes up Is it a search error? With just one button undone, the night becomes more philosophical. A tiny YES or MAYBE hidden behind loneliness . My irony and faith, contemplated in the closet . I want to believe that even destiny can be changed by the way I dress. In label-free days, I’m self-conscious and concerned with tags. The word “love” doesn’t fit properly; it shrunk immediately after washing. I heard in the night wind the proof of existence. Whose symbol are you? I simply fold today and wear it again tomorrow . I search for persuasiveness in front of the mirror. I press the wrinkles in my heart with an iron. I chose this slightly strange shirt, wanting to wear what’s now rather than what’s trendy. With just one button unfastened, loneliness begins to dance a little. Sometimes I grow fond of that habit of searching for meaning. I can’t wear anyone’s words, I’m dreaming in the back of the closet, but that’s not so bad. This is my runway . No need to iron out the soul. Just fold it… and wear it wrong. A wrinkle is a memory— and style’s just noise with a beat. No need to iron out the soul. Just fold it… and wear it wrong. A wrinkle is a memory— and style’s just noise with a beat.

なんでこんなに、夏が好きなんだろう。

何があるわけでもない。
暑くて、
騒がしい。でも、毎年夏が待ち遠しくて
気づけば過ぎ去っていく。

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Spotify
👉https://open.spotify.com/artist/5KjACf3hRBih15vDJRwkU7

Apple music
👉https://music.apple.com/jp/artist/tokyo-chill-lab/1832973634

YouTube Music
👉https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCzZ3X3NaJ0kKU3CZsqtwYeQ?si=yojpCtp23IM9LekD

🎧各ストリーミングでの配信はこちら
👉https://www.tunecore.co.jp/artists?id=1021272

📌 毎週新作公開予定です🎧チャンネル登録はこちら
👉 https://youtube.com/@TokyoChillLab-tAx?si=759A3x-Gk3xb8SmN

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