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Musan (Scattered Into Mist)
There are times when words save us.
But there are also times when words cause us to lose sight of ourselves.
Musan(Scattered Into Mist) is a song that explores the delicate boundaries between empathy and influence, desire and dependence, freedom and attachment.
Someone else's words.
Someone else's wishes.
Someone else's sense of what is right.
At times, these voices can enter our hearts more strongly than our own intentions, slowly clouding the things that matter most.
The person who should have remained by our side.
The relationship we wanted to protect.
The ordinary days that were once irreplaceable.
Only after losing them do we begin to realize what we left behind.
The protagonist of this song spends years chasing distant lights, only to discover that the miracle they were searching for had been beside them all along.
As they search through what has been lost, they continue to ask:
What was I truly looking for?
What was I truly trying to protect?
Musan is not a song about blaming others.
Nor is it a song about competing over who is right.
It is a story about reclaiming one's own will in an age where words become mist, emotions become wind, and the outlines of who we are gradually fade away.
Even when something appears to have vanished, certain voices remain.
And those voices can still give us the strength to call someone's name once more.
Musan is a ballad about regret, remembrance, and a love that continues to exist even after it seems to have disappeared.
June 11, 2026 (Thu) 12:35
Takafumi Nishi
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