東京フラッシュ

It sounds like an old, cracked family film that someone turned on in the attic - the images, sometimes blurry, sometimes sharp, flash by to the sound of distorted music. Voices appear and disappear like echoes: ‘mum,’ ‘dad,’ ‘son’ - fragments of words that hold a whole world inside them. They seem simple, but there is so much emptiness in them, as if someone had cut out the middle and left only a fragile outline.

This song is like a whisper that keeps turning into a scream. There is no smooth melody in it - only the feeling of something personal, having forgotten the words but remembering the feelings. As if the past, the present and the lost were intertwined in one long breath, where music is the only way to say what cannot be put into words.