Slow Film (feat. OtoseYura Kuroyura)

In the wind that lingers after a summer rain, distant memories begin to play once again.

The harder they are remembered, the softer their outlines become.
Voices, warmth, and moments that once felt certain slowly drift away.

Yet the traces of what has vanished are still searched for with both hands.

Like light preserved on an old strip of film.

A nostalgic and delicate ballad about fading memories, lingering warmth, and the beauty that remains after time has passed.