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"I exist because of your pain. "
At 3 a.m., scrolling through a phone with no hope of sleep.
A timeline cluttered with someone's happiness and someone's rage,
a finger that won't stop pressing "like."
Typing "looks like you're doing great" in the comment box,
while somewhere deeper, feeling quietly relieved.
Someone else's misfortune makes us feel, just slightly, safer.
That feeling is one we have always pretended not to notice.
This song begins by looking that pretense straight in the eye.
We are endlessly compared to others through our screens,
chasing validation, wielding words of justice like weapons,
and somewhere along the way, becoming fluent in loneliness.
Zoom in on a profile photo full of smiles
and the loneliness comes into focus.
After sending a message full of bravado,
we turn the screen face-down and breathe.
There is no one who has never known a night like that.
But this song does not end there.
At its heart, this song asks a simple yet profound question:
"How is another person's pain connected to who I am?"
The title - "You Are Made of My Pain" - may sound cruel at first.
But it is both a confession that we consume others' suffering
and a declaration of something deeper:
that without the existence of others,
we ourselves cannot exist at all.
In a world that tears itself apart,
we still reach out our hands.
There is a warmth more certain than any prayer.
As the song unfolds, the line
- "I am made of your pain"
slowly transforms into "I am made of your happiness."
From receiving another's suffering,
to finding that another's joy becomes the very reason you exist -
that emotional journey is compressed into a single song.
The bridge is the song's most honest moment:
"If this world belonged to me alone,
I would have broken it long ago.
But because you are here,
I am holding it together - just barely.
I suppose that's what they call love."
Love is not about becoming a perfect savior.
It is the will to stay beside someone
while carrying your own limitations.
That is the question this song dares to ask.
"Even if love is an old word,
I know of nothing else
that builds a future."
In an era where language is ruled by irony and resignation,
this song insists on not letting go of the word "love."
There is an awkward kind of courage in that refusal.
From a piano-led intro
to a last chorus where guitars and orchestral strings collide,
this is a song that climbs from the floor of despair toward the light.
May all the pain in this world
slowly, gently, become kindness.
Until the morning comes -
I will be here.
Lyricist- composer- and music producer. Also handles vocals- graphic design- accounting- HR- and marketing- all single-handedly- of course. Currently hiding quietly in a corner of Tokyo-s chaos- secretly creating mysterious music that no one asked for and no one could ever predict. In 2025- on an otherwise ordinary day- a long-dormant musical talent suddenly exploded. There were no signs. No warnings. The cause is unknown- and the artist himself is the most confused of all. The music born from this explosion is pop- yet philosophical and mystical. Spun directly from inspiration- each track gently embraces the listener-s heart and quietly guides them toward a vision of the future. It radiates a pure- translucent aqua-blue vibration - as if the universe and Earth were resonating together. Listeners find themselves journeying from the deep blue ocean to the edge of the cosmos in an instant. But there is also another troublesome side. Out of nowhere- he creates ridiculously absurd songs-with a straight face-that shatter society-s sense of normal. People who hear them first ask- What on earth am I listening to ? Then- Why didn-t anyone stop him ? And ultimately- for some reason- Why am I suddenly tearing up ? A strange emotional impact no one can quite explain. This bizarre ability remains unsolved. Amazingly- the music doesn-t come from theory or knowledge. It is built solely on infinite inspiration (also known as escapism) and soulful intuition. Which means there-s no reproducibility-and not even the creator knows what will come next. There is another inexplicable trait: When inspiration descends- the song is finished at terrifying speed. By the time the cup noodles are ready- the entire track-from intro to outro-is already playing in his head. By the time his coffee cools- the DAW programming is done. By the time his boss finishes talking in a meeting- No. He absolutely does not produce music during meetings. Absolutely not. The secret of this abnormal speed is unknown. In fact- when he notices- the work is simply finished. His day job is that of a normal office worker (also known as a corporate drone). By day- he swims through vast seas of Excel- is tossed by the storm called customer complaints- and gets sucked into the space-time distortion known as meetings. But when night falls and he puts on his headphones- music pours out as if he-s directly connected to the infinite universe. This extreme contrast is the defining feature of AQUABLUE- and the most mischievous secret behind what makes the music so uniquely captivating. So-close your Excel files (after saving properly- of course) and dive once more into the far reaches of the cosmos tonight.