作词 : 朽木 勲
作曲 : 朽木 勲
The night in the city of dreams is a cold whisper, the neon lights flash and cast a sinister ray. The saxophone calls in a soft embrace, and in the rhythm of the street, we find our own pace. Footsteps softly echo on the moonlit alley, and swirls of smoke dance and join the urban refrain. Under the stars, the city's heartbeat aligns, and in the glow of the night, each sound tells a story. In the night of city lights and jazz, lovers take their steps. Under the shadowed skyline, secrets cannot be hidden. The saxophone shines on the beat of hip hop, and in the embrace of the cold night, we follow our dreams. Graffiti whispers stories in vivid colors, and unheard melodies drift through the streets. Under the light of the street lamp, a saxophonist plays a tune. In the cold night, the rhythm of the old days flows. Every alley is a canvas, and neon paints a scene. There, ghosts of the dreamed past float unseen. Hip-hop grooves with a touch of jazz. Immerse yourself in the mystique of this city that is unmatched. City lights and jazz nights, lovers shoulder to shoulder, embraced by the beat of the city, rocked by the midnight waves. Hip-hop beats and saxophones sparkle, and in the cold embrace of the night, we chase our dreams.
作词 : 朽木 勲
作曲 : 朽木 勲
[Verse] The night in the city of dreams is a cold whisper, the neon lights flash and cast a sinister ray. The saxophone calls in a soft embrace, and in the rhythm of the street, we find our own pace. [Verse 2] Footsteps softly echo on the moonlit alley, and swirls of smoke dance and join the urban refrain. Under the stars, the city's heartbeat aligns, and in the glow of the night, each sound tells a story. [Chorus] In the night of city lights and jazz, lovers take their steps. Under the shadowed skyline, secrets cannot be hidden. The saxophone shines on the beat of hip hop, and in the embrace of the cold night, we follow our dreams. [Verse 3] Graffiti whispers stories in vivid colors, and unheard melodies drift through the streets. Under the light of the street lamp, a saxophonist plays a tune. In the cold night, the rhythm of the old days flows. [Bridge] Every alley is a canvas, and neon paints a scene. There, ghosts of the dreamed past float unseen. Hip-hop grooves with a touch of jazz. Immerse yourself in the mystique of this city that is unmatched. [Chorus] City lights and jazz nights, lovers shoulder to shoulder, embraced by the beat of the city, rocked by the midnight waves. Hip-hop beats and saxophones sparkle, and in the cold embrace of the night, we chase our dreams.