Lyric

As the Neputa festival lanterns fade into the distance and the summer heat quietly settles, the wind over Tsugaru Plain feels just a little different. Another year, standing alone beneath the autumn colors of Mount Iwaki - the mountain you always wanted to see with someone. A song about the bittersweet end of summer, the flefleeting connections made in festival nights, and the longing that brings you back again next year. Sung in Tsugaru dialect, carried by acoustic guitar.