Hoheto (feat. rifu suzune)

Colors begin to carry a scent.
Sounds begin to shine.
Even time starts to come undone.

A crosswalk, a plane trail, a train window, a single streetlight.
Ordinary pieces of the city slowly drift away from reality and begin to mean something else.

Yesterday becomes tomorrow's forgotten thing.
The way home becomes a first meeting.

When words can no longer reach someone, only the scent of blue remains.
Shallow dreams can travel farther than expected.
And the world keeps blooming again and again.

"Hoheto" drifts through these beautiful, uncertain boundaries, capturing the moment when an ordinary day quietly changes its color.

Even when something is lost,
even when something disappears,
the world does not end.

Seasons return.
Memories change their shape.
The scenery puts on new colors.

Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow,
we carry the things that words cannot quite express.

And once again,
the world blooms.