Lyric

A Distant Memory

A sunset painting the sky red, and a row of ginkgo trees in full bloom. I walked along the sidewalk, where the triangular yellow leaves fluttered down, holding my mother's hand, which was about the height of my head, as we talked about something.

This is a scene from when I was in kindergarten, but I often remember this image. When I first started living alone, when I got a job and could support myself with my own earnings, with each step I took towards independence, I remembered that ginkgo-lined walk home. I remembered myself, the little one, walking hand-in-hand with my mother.

"You've grown up,"

Words spoken because I was in the in-between stage of childhood and adulthood.

I could now quietly solve problems on my own. I was living in the society I had chosen. I had come to understand how to deal with painful feelings and the unfairness of the world. This was the feeling of growing up step by step. The feeling of leaving my parents' side and becoming an independent individual.

However, I still didn't do anything at home, and I still felt the anxiety of whether I could survive in society like this. It was precisely because I was in that in-between stage of childhood and adulthood that I felt certain things.

Now it's my turn to pull the hand that was held.

I want to properly repay the kindness of those who helped me. It's my turn to hold the hand that was held and pulled by me. My family went on outings every weekend. They showed me so many different sights. Now it's my turn to show them many different sights.

The song "Yume Rhythm" (Dream Rhythm) was written on a night when I was talking about this with a friend during my first year as a working adult. Since Mother's Day was approaching, we thought it would be nice if it became a song of promise for the future, from us kids to our mothers.

"Yume Rhythm" is a song of straightforward promise to repay the kindness of those who extended a helping hand.

You, too, are one of those who connected me.

As time passed and I thought about it carefully, I realized that this theme is also relevant to you, who always listen to 3DAYs MOOON.

Even though we were still young and immature, you noticed our existence. You held our hands, even though we were unsure whether we were good or evil. That's the kind of person you are. As I've said before, a work of art is only complete when it reaches its listeners. Without you, my work wouldn't have been a work of art.

For me, simply saying "thank you" isn't enough. Since you listened, I want you to feel that it was worthwhile, and since you supported me, I want to show you a view you couldn't even imagine. I want to repay your kindness a hundredfold. I don't think it's enough. I want to seriously consider and be particular about whether you, who reached out to us, can truly benefit from it.

As the lyrics say, my resolve now is simple: to take you to the next landscape. I promise that tomorrow will be like that. Together, we can joyfully welcome such a tomorrow.

It might seem cliché, but I wanted to write down these feelings before I became a mature adult. I wanted to convey them with unadorned words, straightforward sound, and rhythm words that only someone still young can express.

Someday, when I'm older, I want to show you all sorts of landscapes. I want to go see it with you. Please hold my hand until then.