イケナイ太陽

Pulsating, bold and slightly sticky, like summer air after rain. It mixes the thrill of anticipation with the sweet game of ‘can I, can't I,’ where every word slides like a drop on wet skin. The flutter of the heart sounds louder than the rhythm, and mixed glances and hints become a dance - sometimes playful, sometimes serious.

There is no innocence here, but there is no cynicism either: everything is too real, too alive to be just a performance. This melody is like teenage heat, when you want to rush forward and slow down at the same time so as not to burn out. The red thread may be an illusion, but the desire to believe in it is not.