さようなら… ありがとう
The neon nights we shared… the late drives through endless grids…
the moments when the beat felt like it could last forever.
They're gone now. And the silence hurts in colors we can't name.
You were never just listeners.
You were the pulse inside the machine,
the reason the pink sun kept setting on repeat.
Every play, every share, every tear you hid behind the glow —
you made this dream real.
We'll carry the echo of your nights with us
somewhere beyond the last cassette flip.
If you ever hear a distant warped melody in the rain…
that's us, still trying to say thank you.
ずっと… ♡