Salad of Melody

Look at the sky, I'm still here. I'll be alive next year. I can make something good, oh, something good~

The thing that keeping me alive throughout the pandemic.

Will it come true if I wish for it under the night sky?

The thing that keeping me alive, everyday version.

I hope you can be an adult someday.

In an attempt to protests towards the sick society.

Can you hear the bells singing along?

Everything being fictional is fine.

I'm always running away, but these feelings were only because of you.

I was only a child when I fell for you, so hold me one last time so I can let you go.

And though nothing's changed and I'm next to you. It doesn't feel the same.

Hey, how much time [do you think] it [will] take me to get over you?

Something something rhythm games. Good distraction.