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Moonlit purity, cold beauty—yet hidden inside burns a quiet desire.
This song drifts with dawn waves, moonlight, and the cool air of night, opening into a sensual release.
Like a lotus closed under the moon, lips sealed with secret longing.
Like petals bursting open in the tide of dawn, breath turning into fire.
Like a flame that fades by day, only to return in rhythm—a cycle of desire, eternal under the moonlight.s
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하얀 순수와 차가운 아름다움—그 속에 숨어 있는 뜨거움.
새벽 물결과 달빛, 시원한 공기와 함께 찾아오는 해방.
달빛 아래 닫힌 연꽃처럼, 숨기고 있는 마음과 차갑게 닫힌 입술.
새벽 물결 속에 활짝 피어나는 꽃잎처럼, 숨결이 불로 번지는 순간.
낮에는 다시 오므라들고 닫히지만, 순간의 불꽃은 반복되는 리듬 속에 영원히 되살아납니다.

Moonlit Desire (Outro ver.)

Only here. Only now.
Where am I?
If I can’t see past me—
I can’t see.

I grow inside a time of mind,
Forecasting futures I can’t find.
A maze, a haze, a hologram—
A fragment wondering who I am.

Where was I the other day?
Did the dream just slip away?
Am I moving, am I still?
A fuzzy state I cannot will.

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Chorus
What is it to be—
If I can’t see past me?
What is it to know—
If I can’t let it show?
I, I block my view,
I can’t see through.
The grass is green, but always far,
I forget what I already are.

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Verse 2
The scenery of mind refracts,
A mirror bends, the image cracks.
Reason with the seasons’ flow,
Sprinkled truths I may not know.

I am the me, the I, the you,
The hidden code in what I do.
But still I circle, endlessly—
I can’t see past what I can’t see.

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Bridge (spoken, mantra-like)
Keep an eye on yourself…
Existing in reality.
It’s a dangerous place…
You must see objectively.

Time and state relate what you create,
Every moment’s an event to navigate.
Forecast the now, agree to the flow,
Rise with the moment—let yourself know.

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Final Chorus (crescendo)
What is it to be—
If I can’t see past me?
What is it to find—
If I’m locked inside the mind?
I, I block my view,
I can’t see through.
But the eye of time reminds the key:
Keep an eye on me—inside of time.

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Outro (soft, fading echo)
Only here. Only now.
Where am I?
I can’t see past me.
I can’t see.
I can’t see.

Can't See Past Me

조용한 밤, 그리움이 손끝에서 스며든다.
빛바랜 화면 속 실루엣, 그리고 아직 열지 못한 마음.
JSTY의 속삭임처럼, 사랑은 나중에 찾아온다.

In the quiet of night, longing seeps through his fingertips.
A faded silhouette on the screen — a heart he dares not open.
Like a whisper from JSTY, love comes... later.

그리워, 나중에 (Miss You, Later)

You are their sin

Fade Me Out

you-make-me-blue.mp3

Hey Koala freinds, Once a year, the Silent Koalas gather for their great celebration in the jungle. A meeting of sounds, souls, and stories blending what has been whispered throughout the year into one living, breathing rhythm was well as many new gems. We Are Silent Koalas, Vol. 4 is that moment. A collection where deep melodies, organic textures, and afro grooves merge with subtle, minimal deep-house energy and soul infused vocals. Each track is a piece of the party from the gentle sunrise to the pulse of the dancefloor, from introspection to pure movement. This compilation is about community, emotion, and the invisible bond that connects every Koala through sound.

https://www.beatport.com/release/we-are-silent-koalas-vol-4/5570725

Whispers Of Light

See You Again

TRIBE STAR MILK

Part editing, Mixing and Mastering made by Powertoast Music

A shoutout to Powertoast who helped me remaster the song
https://soundcloud.com/powertoast

“Caretaker” is my story about being the parent to my own mother. I was the one cooking, calming, cleaning up, talking her down from pills and panic, carrying the weight of her addiction and illness while trying to hold together a life of my own. Every time I tried to leave to save myself, she collapsed, said I was all she had, and threatened to end it, so I kept coming back, convinced that loving her meant keeping her alive.

The song starts at the moment I finally broke and said I could not do it anymore, and then gets to the call two days later telling me she was gone, pills on the floor. It sits in that ugly mix of relief, anger, love, and survivor’s guilt that keeps whispering I killed her by choosing myself, even though I know her life was never really in my hands.

“Caretaker” is me grieving not just her death, but the years I spent fading into her chaos, and the mother I never really got to have. It is a goodbye from someone who did not like who she became at the end, but still hurts because she is gone, and is only now trying to believe that walking away does not make me a monster.

Caretaker

Michael Saylor

This is the echo. The source is irrelevant.
Follow the reverberation.

🎧 AI-Beats

Michael Saylor

FOMO Project

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