Whispers from the valley floor
Where the salty breeze begins to roar
Golden fields under a cerulean dome
The ancient earth we call our home
Gliding on the wings of white
Cutting through the morning light
Beneath the forest deep and dark
A hidden light, a tiny spark
Poison snow falls soft and still
Nature's power, nature's will
We seek the path to make it right
Beyond the shadows of the night
Soar across the toxic sea
Searching for the destiny
A thousand years of silent tears washed away
Forgetting fears
In the blue of heaven's grace
We will find a sacred place
The wind is calling loud and clear
The time for hope is finally here
Rusty giants in the sand
Sleeping deep across the land
Echoes of the fire long ago
Warnings that the elders know
Seeds are glowing in the dust
Breaking through the ancient rust
Golden eyes begin to glow
Forgiveness that the forest showed
A heart that beats for every leaf
Relief from all the heavy grief
Hand in hand we stand as one
Underneath a rising sun
Soar across the toxic sea
Searching for the destiny
A thousand years of silent tears washed away
Forgetting fears
In the blue of heaven's grace
We will find a sacred place
The wind is calling loud and clear
The time for hope is finally here
- Lyricist
JUNJI
- Composer
JUNJI
- Producer
JUNJI
- Vocals
HIKARI
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Wings of the Azure Grace
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Song Introduction: Wings of the Azure Grace
A journey across poisonous seas to wipe away a thousand years of tears and reach the "Azure Grace of the Heavens."
A post-apocalyptic scene where "toxic snow" falls silently and "rusted colossi" sleep in the sand. This work is a fantasy anthem depicting the resilience of life, like a seed of rebirth sprouting through ancient rust in such a harsh environment. The expansive sound produced by SUNO AI, evoking a blowing sea breeze and morning light, carries the listener high into the sky.
The most striking feature is that this epic-scale story is sung in a "sweet whisper voice" that feels like it's being told directly into your ear. A delicate singing voice, like a "tiny spark" hidden in a deep forest, gently washes away the silent tears shed over a thousand years.
Following the "will of nature," beyond the night of despair, toward a sacred place where everyone joins hands in the morning sun. Surrendering to the azure sky and the call of the wind, this song is like a pure prayer for rediscovering hope for the future.
