the music – 紺紗実

This morning’s new is full of refugees
It’s not the world’s issue
It’s mine

But that same song always echo’s in my soul…in my soul

Everybody is searching for a safeliving land
Who you meet, where you’re born, that’s all down to luck

If our music reaches out
We will be part of an Epic film

Those who have mock those who don’t
But I didn’t land in a black hole

If this sound reaches out
Everything will shift…will shift

And the music will always echo in my soul…in my soul

It might be heard on late night radio
If might be heard in the station with its old bricks
It might be the masterpiece of my life

There is always somebody’s music
going to break now…break now