作词 : Tadayoshi Suzuki
作曲 : Tadayoshi Suzuki
Brushed beats tap light, the bass walks in a groove,
Trumpet whispers cool, in a mood that won’t lose.
Vibes dance like stars, on a velvet night ride,
Piano swingin’ steady, where the retro dreams collide.
Snap fingers, tilt hats, the rhythm's got charm,
Muted brass croons soft, keeps the cool in your palm.
A sway, a step, a shuffle through time’s embrace,
This jazzy stroll leaves style in every space.
Tick-tock piano, a clock in perfect sync,
Bass line struts sharp, like a cat on the brink.
Vibraphone sparkles, a galaxy of sound,
The trumpet’s low sigh keeps the vintage profound.
Drums whisper soft, like secrets in the breeze,
Bass hums a tale, full of chic melodies.
Trumpet leans back, tipping hats to the scene,
Vibes glide like silk, on a groove evergreen.
Snap fingers, tilt hats, the rhythm's got charm,
Muted brass croons soft, keeps the cool in your palm.
A sway, a step, a shuffle through time’s embrace,
This jazzy stroll leaves style in every space.
Fade out on the bass, with a brushed cymbal kiss,
Muted trumpet bows, leaving echoes of bliss.
Piano lingers last, with a swing that won’t quit,
A playful retro charm, in every last bit.
作词 : Tadayoshi Suzuki
作曲 : Tadayoshi Suzuki
Brushed beats tap light, the bass walks in a groove,
Trumpet whispers cool, in a mood that won’t lose.
Vibes dance like stars, on a velvet night ride,
Piano swingin’ steady, where the retro dreams collide.
Snap fingers, tilt hats, the rhythm's got charm,
Muted brass croons soft, keeps the cool in your palm.
A sway, a step, a shuffle through time’s embrace,
This jazzy stroll leaves style in every space.
Tick-tock piano, a clock in perfect sync,
Bass line struts sharp, like a cat on the brink.
Vibraphone sparkles, a galaxy of sound,
The trumpet’s low sigh keeps the vintage profound.
Drums whisper soft, like secrets in the breeze,
Bass hums a tale, full of chic melodies.
Trumpet leans back, tipping hats to the scene,
Vibes glide like silk, on a groove evergreen.
Snap fingers, tilt hats, the rhythm's got charm,
Muted brass croons soft, keeps the cool in your palm.
A sway, a step, a shuffle through time’s embrace,
This jazzy stroll leaves style in every space.
Fade out on the bass, with a brushed cymbal kiss,
Muted trumpet bows, leaving echoes of bliss.
Piano lingers last, with a swing that won’t quit,
A playful retro charm, in every last bit.