YouTube link: https://youtu.be/aHypdOdJb5I 

A summer rain can be associated with cleansing – just as it washes dust off the streets, it may symbolize moments of renewal and emotional release in life. It can also evoke unexpected changes that, although initially seen as obstacles, bring freshness and new perspective. Finally, its gentleness and fleeting nature may remind us of the beauty of moments worth cherishing before they pass. 

Letni deszcz może kojarzyć się z oczyszczeniem – tak jak deszcz zmywa kurz z ulic, tak w życiu może symbolizować momenty odnowy i uwolnienia od emocjonalnego ciężaru. Może też przywodzić na myśl niespodziewane zmiany, które choć początkowo wydają się przeszkodą, przynoszą świeżość i nowe spojrzenie. Wreszcie, jego delikatność i ulotność mogą przypominać o pięknie chwil, które warto doceniać, zanim przeminą. 

La lluvia de verano puede asociarse con la purificación: así como limpia el polvo de las calles, puede simbolizar momentos de renovación y liberación emocional en la vida. También puede evocar cambios inesperados que, aunque al principio parezcan obstáculos, aportan frescura y una nueva perspectiva. Por último, su suavidad y fugacidad pueden recordarnos la belleza de los momentos que vale la pena apreciar antes de que se desvanezcan.

Summer Rain

Made in September 2025

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We used to know how to read a room
Knew exactly what to say…
Now we’re divin in too deep
Never losing any sleep
in the bed we made

We used to take the time 
To see another point of view 
Now we toe another line
Like a party to a crime
In the bed we made…

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

Why did you have to come around
as if you’ve made some kind of grade
My ears don't want to hear 
Now would you please just disappear
in the bed we made

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

The Bed We Made

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Photo by yaicinsonat1.

Baleen

Mutant Space Donkey

lyrics

You talk about me yeah
You said that I was the problem
You told your friends that
You said that I wouldn't holla
We texted everyday
We talked whenever
You talk about me yeah
You talk about me
They believe the words you say
They believe I'm not here to stay
They believe the words you say
I'm packing my bags today

I thought you loved me
I really thought
I thought you loved me

When I can't sleep at night
It's you I'm yearning for
Why can't we get this right
I'm trying to not walk out that door
Stop talkin bout me
Stop saying the bad things that you say
Stop talkin bout me
Stop saying that things won't go our way
Let's try one more time

I thought you loved me
I really thought
I thought you loved me

I Thought Wrong

Void Miasma

DRUMMED

Synth King (2025) Remastered

I hope this song reaches your heart. 
Thank you so much for listening.

This is an original track.
I recorded the piano myself. Some elements like certain string parts, ambient sounds, and subtle adjustments were programmed using MIDI — although some of the string sounds were also played and recorded using an electric piano.
This track features vocals by Koharu Rikka (小春六花) using Synthesizer V.


The lyrics are as follows:
静かな月夜に包まれていた
眠れない夜を許した心

夜明けが来れば全てが消える　
最後に残した言葉は『ありがとう』

それが君の最後の言葉なら
僕はずっとこのまま忘れない
まだ心は温もりを感じていた
夢を続かせて　もう少しそばに

時が進む速さを知った
気がつけば朝を迎えて歩き出す

見つめ合った瞳は優しくて
もっと先の未来を信じてた
僕だけは何も見えずただ未来を思った
『愛してる』それさえも言えず

それが僕の最後の言葉なら
君はきっと優しく笑っただろう
そしてきっと僕らの心には
そんな恋の最後を告げてくれただろう



（English Translation ）
Wrapped in the quiet moonlit night,
My heart forgave the sleepless hours.

When dawn arrives, all will fade away—
The final words I left were “thank you.”

If those were your last words to me,
I’ll never forget them, not ever.
My heart still felt your gentle warmth,
Hoping the dream could last—just a little longer.

I learned how fast time can move;
Before I knew it, morning came, and I began to walk again.

Your eyes, when they met mine, were so kind—
We believed in a future far ahead.
Only I stood there, unable to see,
Thinking of the future, unable to say “I love you.”

If those were my final words to you,
You would have smiled so softly.
And perhaps, within our hearts,
That was how our love quietly came to an end.

Piano Concerto No.10 (iii) Op.50

Paul Maurice Roche | Composer

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