第ゼロ感

Here, the music is like a basketball game played at sunset in a sandy mirage city. The ball flies like a comet, the sand explodes underfoot, and promises and dreams slip through your fingers like a handful of dry sand. Everything is at its limit: the last sprints, the last shots, the last chance to get the ball in the hoop before night engulfs the court.

Each line is a spell, a commentator's remark, an inner cry that the journey continues, even when it is already clear: this is it, the final round. And in this heated turmoil, rhymes intertwine with dribbling, and the word ‘swish’ sounds like the music of victory itself - light, sharp, and scorching beautiful.