4. If You Leave Me (2:57)
Minimal drums, dry Rhodes, a chorus that sounds like a last call. This song is a soft ultimatum, recorded under a velvet ceiling fan.

If You Leave Me

12. Yesterday (2:46)
A nostalgic finale. Anissa revisits youth with vulnerability and dusty harmonies. Feels like an old picture rediscovered.

Yesterday

MET4L

A lively rush through lantern-lit streets. Shakuhachi melodies weave between pulsing bass drops, capturing the district’s vibrant energy where tradition meets the thrill of the night.

Midnight_Express

Asakusa

Melodic EDM, Deep Voices, and Kawaii 808s bounce with glitchy edges and bamboo flutes. A sonic scramble crossing.

Shibuya

An emotional portrait of memory and longing. Inspired by the quiet strength of a soul who writes love into the world, even through silence.
Inspired by Violet Evergarden. Delicate vocals over shimmering EDM / beauty in the quiet ache.

Lyrics :

(Intro):
E-ver… gar-den…
(yeah, yeah… drop it)

Couplet 1:
Step in the gar-den, blo-oms in the dark,
Petals like glass, they sh-sh-sha-rk.
Roots in the sky, rain up-side-down,
Bassline shakes the gro-und.

Light bleeds green through the ve-ins,
Clock hands bend, twist in the cha-ins.
Hear that hum? It’s the past un-spun,
One by one till the night’s un-done.

Pré-drop:
E-ver (ever) – gar-den (gar-den)
Bre-ath in (in), bre-ath out (out)
E-ver – gar-den – now.

Drop:
Gar-den, gar-den,
Pulse like har-dened steel,
Step, feel, re-pea-eat / surreal.
Gar-den, gar-den,
Petals cut like beat kni-ves,
Bounce to the roots of your li-ves.

Violet

Burning metal in the sand, smoke fading into the sky. An open wound in the desert, hidden yet alive.

The Crash Site

The title track, both a love song and an anthem to Tokyo itself. Vocals describe kisses in digital twilight, while the drop feels like acceleration down an infinite road. Side-chained bass simulates motion, and shimmering pads paint rain-slick asphalt. Both intimate and euphoric.

Neon Highways

Each color is imagined as a force in a race. Red ignites like a flaming engine, Orange flows like protective fuel, Yellow bursts forward with childlike sparks, Green holds steady like a disciplined motor, Cyan glides above the track, Blue bonds the racers together, Violet mystically illuminates the road, White explodes into a blinding sprint, and Black closes the course with a sudden silence. Musically, each section shifts tone and texture, each drop becomes an overtaking move, and the track is a nine-lap ritual of sound.

Nine Colors

Machines chop the beat into vowels and glitches, a synthetic storm of bass.

Dr0pit

AI Blender

Ms-Dos Dealer

Born in the deep pulse of Georgia, USA, TrapGhost are a young couple who treat trap as both ritual and rebellion. Their music is not just bass and beats, it is haunted storytelling where Southern grit collides with futuristic sound design. Raised on the legacy of Atlanta’s trap pioneers yet drawn to the shadows of underground EDM, they carve a sound that is both intimate and spectral. Dark pads drift like memories, robotic vocal chops confess like ghosts in the night, and every 808 they drop feels like a heartbeat echoing under purple fog. For TrapGhost, trap is not a genre but a séance, a way of summoning love, loss, and survival from the other side of silence.

AI Blender

Trapgh0st