Lyric

マスタリング前夜

息をひそめた部屋

音はまだ裸で

眠っている

手を伸ばせば届きそうな

魔法のボリューム

でも今は

沈黙がいちばん近いメロディ

Midnight waits, the room holds breath

The mix lies bare, untouched by death

Just one touch — a final slide

But silence sings from deep inside

Cables coil like whispered vows

The waveform still, no motion now

But ghosts of sound begin to stir

Inside the hush, I know I’ve heard

Don’t press it yet

Not just yet

The music’s not ready to forget

Let it ache

Let it burn

The crown of sound must wait its turn

ほら、奥にいる

言葉にする前の

あの感じが

もう鳴ってる

まだ触れてないのに

あの「完璧じゃない」が愛しい

We master not to polish

But to remember

That imperfection rings truer

Than silence ever could

Don’t press it yet

Not just yet

The music’s not ready to forget

Let it ache

Let it burn

The crown of sound must wait its turn