The album "Ashes Bloom: Dark vs Light" is a double story told through sound.
The first half — Darkness — carries the weight of broken hearts, shadows, and fading echoes.
The second half — Light — reflects the same emotions in a brighter, more intimate way, like flowers rising from ashes.

Each track exists in duality: one dramatic, one alive. Together, they create a journey through loss, transformation, and rebirth — a mirror of a soul rediscovering itself.

This is not just music. It’s a confession, a haunting dream, and a gentle resurrection.

Ashes Bloom: Dark vs Light

Glass Heart - Light

Dream about you(Trance & EDM Version)

Reborn

Discernment matters

Remember Me

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トイレで猫砂を勢いよくガサガサやるのはいいけど、砂が飛び散って家中に広がっていく様子を曲にしました。トイレでガサガサやったすぐ後で枕元に来るのはちょっと・・・。
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砂を飛ばさないで
砂を飛ばさないで

玄関に猫砂が落ちているのは、なぜでしょう
キッチンに猫砂が落ちているのは、なぜでしょう

砂を飛ばさないで
砂を飛ばさないで

リビングに猫砂が落ちているのは、なぜでしょう
トイレに猫砂が落ちているのは、まあいいでしょう

もう十分に君の宝物は隠れていると思うんだけど
そこまで執拗に砂を掛ける必要はあるのかな？
間違って宝物にタッチしてたりしないかな？
僕はとても心配だよ

君は宝物を隠した後、すぐに枕元に来るから
君の美しいその手に、その体に、そのお尻に
君の宝物が残っていないか心配なんだ
ああ、愛しい女神様よ


砂を飛ばさないで
砂を飛ばさないで

玄関に猫砂が落ちているのは、なぜでしょう
キッチンに猫砂が落ちているのは、なぜでしょう

砂を飛ばさないで
砂を飛ばさないで

リビングに猫砂が落ちているのは、なぜでしょう
トイレに猫砂が落ちているのは、まあいいでしょう

君があんまり猫砂を飛ばしてしまうなら
上から入るタイプのトイレにしてもいいんだけど
警戒してトイレに入ってくれなかったりしないかな？
僕はとても心配だよ

君は宝物を隠した後、すぐに机に乗るから
君の美しいその手に、その体に、そのお尻に
君の宝物が残っていないか心配なんだ
ああ、愛しい女神様よ

君の宝物

🔥Links:
distrokid.com/hyperfollow/sounde…sic/burn-the-night

🔥I don’t chase streams. I create moments.
Every track is a piece of something I lived.
If it speaks to you, you’re part of this now.

Rise Above

This one came from the part of me that finally got tired of pretending the ocean was ever going to hand me a map. There’s a strange kind of peace that shows up when you realize the shore you’ve been crawling toward is just an idea someone else drew.

So I stopped chasing it.
And something in me snapped—not the bad kind, the necessary kind.
The kind where you decide, “Fine. I’ll make my own place then. Out of scraps. Out of spite. Out of whatever pieces of me haven’t drowned yet.”

This song is the moment you stop begging the tide to be gentle and start shaping your own coastline with bare hands. It’s messy. It’s stubborn. It’s absolutely beautiful in a way that only the exhausted will understand.

If the world won’t give you solid ground,
build your own island.
Even if you’re still chest-deep in the water when you start.


I’ve been swimming so long
I forgot what dry ground feels like.
Life doesn’t push back,
it just watches.
Silent.
Patient.
Unbothered.

Too many tabs in my mind, all glowing at once,
every thought swimming laps till the water gets thick.
Every stroke feels like motion, not movement,
all this almost progress hanging from my shoulders.

The shore keeps drifting like it’s bored of waiting,
like it sighs every time I get close.
And maybe it’s not cruel,
maybe it’s just there, indifferent,
like the sky never apologizes for storms.

I keep swallowing waves
that look like chances.
I keep paddling toward
the version of me I swear exists.
But I’m running out of breath
and the current doesn’t care.

So if the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll make one.
If the waves won’t guide me in,
I’ll shape them.
I’m done drowning for a place
that was never built for me.
If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll build one.

Seaweed thoughts wrap around my ankles,
little reminders of the roads I couldn’t finish.
Jellyfish memories flicker and sting,
sharp, glowing, gone.

But somewhere in the churn
I feel something steady,
maybe my hands, maybe my will,
maybe the stubborn part of me
that refuses to disappear.

Life isn’t punishing me.
It’s just wide.
And wild.
And unaware I’m fighting for air.

I’ve been drifting toward a future
I can barely outline.
But even if my mind pulls sideways,
my heart doesn’t sink.
Not yet.
Not tonight.

If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll make one.
If the waves won’t carry me in,
I’ll shape them.
I’m done bleeding energy
for a coast that keeps running.
If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll build one.

Maybe I was never meant
to arrive anywhere.
Maybe arrival is a myth
for calmer minds.

But I can carve a place
out of breath,
out of grit,
out of the pieces of me
that keep reaching
even when I sink.

If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll build one.
Right here in the chaos,
right here while I’m shaking.
Life doesn’t have to guide me,
I’ll rise without permission.
If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll build one.

I’m not swimming to be saved.
I’m swimming
because I still believe
there’s a place for me.

I'll Build My Own Island

Dive into a haunting, synth-driven journey where echoes of the past creep through shadowed corridors and flickering lights. "Shut Your Door" blends infectious breakbeats with a haunting, atmospheric vibe, creating a sonic landscape that feels both mysterious and compelling. The lyrics explore themes of obsession, fate, and the relentless return of memories that refuse to be silenced. With its dark, cinematic quality and pulsating rhythm, this track is a perfect blend of synthetic textures and deep emotional resonance—ideal for listeners who love to explore the intersection of AI and human emotion through music.


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Reborn

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