Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Rejoin the world
Where you came from
To the faraway place
Engraved in lives
Rejoin the world
Where you came from
Because we’ll be recalled
Being here
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Rejoin the world
Where you came from
To the faraway place
Engraved in lives
Rejoin the world
Where you came from
Because we’ll be recalled
Being here
Ha
Numerous eyelids were closed
By my surroundings
Ha
Numerous eyelids were closed
By my surroundings
Ooh
Yah, yah, yeh, yeh
Yah, yah, yeh, yeh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
- Lyricist
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- Composer
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- Producer
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- Mixing Engineer
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- Mastering Engineer
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- Graphic Design
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- Synthesizer
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- Vocals
Shaohei
- Background Vocals
Shaohei
- Songwriter
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Listen to Ýrr (feat. Shaohei) [naked] by thommofonia
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Ève (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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Noëls (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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- 3
Trail Memory (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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- 4
Chasing me (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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- 5
Naming you (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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- 6
My Own Magic (feat. iunna) [naked]
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- 7
Whoever's Been Gone Is (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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Ýrr (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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- 9
Rejoin (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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- 10
Araki No Miya (feat. Shaohei) [naked]
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- 11
La Mersonnalité (naked)
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The things I had done to hold myself together, to protect myself, may have somehow become like thorns that prevented my flow.
Some time has passed since the release of the first album, "Arbores," and I feel things being pulled away from me and these songs being further freed from me (us), while at the same time, I feel roots growing deep within me.
Looking back on my trajectory that has spun "arbores (naked)," I can see a secret flicker of light. What I am pursuing may be something that naturally exists within myself. Presumably, when trying to represent something, the only thing I can do is not to interfere with the flow.
While seemingly it would appear that I am cultivating my aesthetic language in solitude, as I pass through the emotions that thrust me through, I sense the undercurrent coming from the only fountainhead.
What does music desire from human beings?