GENKOU

"Salvation or poison? A myth seared onto the retina, fleeting."
On a winter dusk, what my numb fingertips grasped at was a fragment of the intangible sky.
Through the sparse gaps in the clouds, from the torn window of heaven, a divine light suddenly poured down.
For a heart worn down by daily friction, it was a healing too gentle, yet simultaneously a potent drug that made one forget reality.
This work expresses the crisp winter air with cool electro sounds.
The silence of the verse embodies solitude, while the heavy beats and synthesizers exploding in the chorus symbolize the ecstasy and catharsis of being swallowed by light.
In a daily life that won't even let you pause, your optic nerves are seared by the sky you glance up at.
An alternative ballad singing of precarious peace a peace where even that pain becomes something to cherish.