The name is the same; only the stride is different.

An absolute weapon of Japanese alternative art-rock and raw physical precision. Stripped of glossy vocal tuning and festival-rock formulas, this masterpiece converts personal isolation into a blunt musical weapon, shifting an airy, textured voice naturally from detached observation into fragile confessions. The cold open instantly hooks you within the first seconds with a strange conversational fragment and a sparse finger-picked guitar pattern-interrupt gesture. Built on a steady drum pulse interrupted by asymmetrical gaps, warm bass, and subtle reverse textures under a recurring "Chigatte ii" chorus anchor, the arrangement avoids predictable symmetry. At the bridge, it triggers a hidden structural displacement-subtly collapsing into near silence with piano harmonics before a final restrained cutoff.