alive

You can show me sped

Traumatized

你只看作是場買賣
那會付出真心才怪
And I was bathed in warm,rosy sunlight
你事後給我的糖果
堵不住造成的傷害

我在蛻變
在妳嫌棄的殘骸中
我才發覺
那些妳羨煞的
人我永不會懂
妳愛NPC可我與眾不同

我在 妳的 世界下了雨
妳撥開頭頂的烏雲 轉身離去
怒喊天氣預報給我聽
潛入海底旋轉妳的心

你和我本不同
但都出現在了情感迷宮
我們的心意無法重疊
無法再回到從前

假如你沒當成外賣
妳會付出真心來換
And I was bathed in warm,rosy sunlight
你事後給我的糖果
消不除造成的傷害

我在蛻變
在妳嫌棄的殘骸中
我才發覺
那些妳羨煞的
人我永遠不會懂
妳愛NPC可我與眾不同

挽留的話積成灰 卡在喉嚨
你急什麼  在你放棄我之後
我會成為明星 就是讓妳很漚
當初的執著 都是錯 哈哈

rosy sunlight(@prod.asarii)

Made in Berlin with love by Heiko Trenkle ₍^. .^₎⟆

Fungi Fungi (Soulful Shroom Edit)

I don't want to participate. You can't sell me anything. Story in the support link.

Price of my life

Dojo - 道場

perfect vibe for the late night car rides

DIRTT

Beauty in the ruins VI

"Midnight Confessions on the Boulevard" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Streetlights bleed through the blinds in Morse code

But the message is corrupt, it just adds to the load

I’m analyzing water stains, tryna map 'em on the ceiling

A new constellation for the dreams that went reeling

Off the axis. It’s the 2 AM interrogation

No badge, no spotlight, just the hum of the ventilation

And the echo of the person I was supposed to be

Or wanted to be

Or… was it just a bad audition for a part that wasn't me?

This whole city’s a stage, and I forgot the lines

So I just trace the neon, looking for the signs.

(Pre-Chorus) 

The boulevard’s a river, but the current’s all static

The bodega light's a beacon, but my hope is asthmatic

I’m just... stuck.

In this cinematic loop

And the silence is a megaphone for all the mental... soup

And I just can't shake this echo, can I?

(Chorus) 

Oh, the city sleeps

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps

Midnight confessions on the boulevard

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...)

(Turnaround)

(Verse 2) 

I remember 3 AM at the all-night diner

You flicked a sugar packet, (quieter) "You're an over-analyzer."

Maybe you were right.

I trace the coffee ring you left on the vinyl booth

It's a perfect circle, zero, but I'm always seeking proof

I’m trying to find the "why" when you were just "good-bye"

It wasn't malice, it was just… apathy

And I don't know which one stings worse, see?

It's the "un-fulfillment" prophecy

Now I’m just another story that the asphalt’s heard

Another late-night poet broken by a word.

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

And the echo's got a name now, it's got a face now

It's got a key to the damn place now

I'm running out of room, I'm running out of space, I'm running—

It's coming up, the wave is...

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, the city sleeps

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps

Midnight confessions on the boulevard

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...)

(Bridge) 

I'm tired of this... boulevard.

I'm tired of the performance.

The "cool" detachment. It's just a costume.

It's just… rust.

And underneath it, I am terrified.

Terrified that this is it.

That the dream was just the anesthesia

for the operation of a normal life.

And I woke up too soon.

(pause)

Are you listening?

(long pause)

...I wouldn't.

(Final Chorus) 

Oh, the city sleeps (Can't turn it off!)

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps (It's too loud, it's too loud, get it out)

Midnight confessions on the boulevard (Just let me sleep!)

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...) (It's not real, it's not real, keep running) (It's falling, it's all falling...)

(Outro)

Midnight Confessions on the Boulevard

This album is a time capsule of sound, a collection of LoFi, New Wave, City Pop, and Synthwave tracks that feel like forgotten cassette tapes rediscovered at a flea market. Each song tells its own story, yet together they form a narrative about the passage of time, the beauty of imperfection, and the quiet rebellion of becoming who we choose to be. It’s music for late-night drives, for moments of reflection, and for holding onto memories that shape us more than the world ever could.

alive

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