
残響回廊
Corridor of Echoes
Single2026年
"Corridor of Echoes" is a dreamlike track that pairs a dark Japanese aesthetic with the easy groove of R&B. Picturing a rain-soaked corridor, softly flickering lights, and a pull toward memories of the past, it gives voice to feelings you can't escape and a pain that lingers deep within. Low, resonant beats and traditional Japanese tones layer together, emotion rising little by little out of the stillness in a piece that unfolds like a film. Let yourself drift into its eerie, beautiful afterglow.
Lyrics (Japanese)
赤い香炉の煙が
まぶたの裏でほどける
濡れた石畳たどれば
くちなしの香りが滲む
からくり仕掛けの街角で
誰かのため息が跳ねた
金色の糸をほどけば
震えたまなざしが刺さる
帰れない世界の縁で
私はまだ試されてる
低い鼓動が迫って
身体の奥を叩く
次の扉が開くたび
甘く危険な熱が立つ
残響 まわれ まわれ
深く 深く 沈め
幽玄 乱れ 乱れ
もう逃げられない
過ちさえ飾りに変えて
この渦の中で歌い出す
灰のかげろうすり抜け
緋色の布がひるがえる
壊れた硝子の仮面が
笑うように振り返る
冷たいビードロの廊下で
ひそめた記憶が軋む
触れたら最後と知りながら
その先へ惹かれてゆく
落ちる
昇る
また落ちる
それでもまだ
止まれない
残響 まわれ まわれ
深く 深く 沈め
幽玄 乱れ 乱れ
もう逃げられない
過ちさえ飾りに変えて
この渦の中で歌い出す
残響 まわれ まわれ
強く 強く 開け
幽玄 乱れ 乱れ
すべてをさらって
ほどけた私の印だけが
最後の音へ変わってゆく
赤い・・・
赤い香炉の煙が
名もない空へ消えてゆく
Translation
Smoke from the crimson censer
unwinds behind my closed eyes
Tracing the wet cobblestones
the scent of gardenia bleeds through
At a corner of this clockwork town
someone's sigh sprang up
Unravel the thread of gold
and a trembling gaze cuts deep
On the rim of a world I can't go back to
I am still being put to the test
A low pulse closes in
pounding the depths of my body
Each time the next door swings open
a sweet and dangerous heat rises
Echoes, turn and turn
deeper, deeper, sink down
Deep mystery, swirl and swirl
there's no escaping now
Even my failings I turn to ornaments
and start to sing inside this whirl
Slipping past the ashen haze
a scarlet cloth flares and sways
A mask of shattered glass
turns back as if to laugh
Down a corridor of cold glasswork
hushed memories creak and strain
Knowing one touch will be the end
still I am drawn beyond it
Falling
rising
falling again
and even so
I cannot stop
Echoes, turn and turn
deeper, deeper, sink down
Deep mystery, swirl and swirl
there's no escaping now
Even my failings I turn to ornaments
and start to sing inside this whirl
Echoes, turn and turn
stronger, stronger, fling it wide
Deep mystery, swirl and swirl
sweeping everything away
Only my mark, come undone
turns into the final sound
Crimson...
Smoke from the crimson censer
fades into a nameless sky