Name: sayonara penguin - ichiko aoba by randombolinguy
Duration: 1 min 40 s
Description: sayonara penguin 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

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MY LITTLE CAT(KOREAN Ver.)

A Direction Of The Ball She Hit

Pitcher56 - 175

Pitcher56 - Good Night In Dim Light

A cold rain is falling on the city in December.
In a bustling arcade, sound of the rain never stops.
BGM of the Christmas songs have been repeating for quite a while.
I stood still under the memory of a shared umbrella.
A crowd of people on the paved road are passing each other.
Where do they come from and where do they go back to?
This evening I'm going to spend an easygoing relaxing weekend,
In order to forget about you.
 
A poinsettia and cotton snow.
White windows and stars are the imitations in vain.
I want to play a boring movie on the TV, a substitute for a kerosene lamp
and sleep for as long as I feel like it.
My one room apartment swells with my sigh.
I feel like everything is going far away.
This evening I'm going to spend an easygoing relaxing weekend,
In order to forget everything.
 
I'm in a dark room where no one knows or cares.
As it is, I will shut my curtains
I will be in my dreams where no one knows.

Weekend - Lamp 👽

sayonara penguin 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

sayonara penguin - ichiko aoba

Integral to the publication of a multi media short book of the same title in Nov 2025

A Day in Dust and Dreams

lullaby

A haunting eco-folk ballad told by Earth’s last standing tree as it watches its forest fall. With the sorrow of a whispered ghost story and the urgency of a dying wish, sparse guitar and a lone trembling voice unfold the tale. Bowed bass murmurs beneath verses, while tremolo strings swell into the chorus, deepening the anguish. By the final whisper, listeners are left chilled by the weight of what’s already gone.

[Verse 1]
First they took the willow’s sighs,
Then the redwoods, stripped and skinned.
Now the crows don’t call at morning—
Just the grind of steel on wind.

[Chorus]
Is there anyone who’ll listen?
Or am I the last who knows?
I can taste the diesel drifting…
Count my rings as the last one goes.

[Break]

[Verse 2]
They called it “better sunlight,”
Laid the concrete like a shroud.
Men in suits point at my branches,
Say, “It’s prettier as a cloud.”

[Bridge]
Do you hear my roots snap, cracking?
Does the earth still feel it too?
Or am I just a ghost already—
Just a shadow they’ll walk through?

[Final Chorus]
Now I know there’s no one coming…
No more stories left to grow.
Just the hush of falling timber—
Then the world they’ll never know.

[End]


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