This work focuses on reflections within a futuristic ruin. The tracks shift dynamically, deeply depicting the presence of “Absurdism.”
The world is falling
Embedded within
Swaying and dropping
Spinning around
Thoroughly blinded by the turning world
Can only fall endlessly
Keep falling
Detached inside the orderly window frame
Where is it?
Only seeing the blur of the world retreating
Na?
Falling in ashes, material disputes entangled
Shattered shadows flowing, remnants in danger
Ah~
Shielded in the silence of ruins
Lingering, gazing at chaotic times
Reflecting on the rotten origin
After falling, categorized as waste
Unsolvable disputes
Obscure offensives keep watching, life and death spinning
Lying calmly, sigh? destruction?
Struggle for salvation
Is it rebirth or reincarnation?
I observe, finding relief
Falling into silence
Mist infused
Chemicals lingering
Suffocation intensifies the decay
Shatter!
Window frame remains, highlights dissipate
Nurtured amidst collateral damage
Floating hollow
Can only guard the frame
Nonconforming self
Messily comforting metal tears
Scavenged and recycled
Sandwind brushing by
Waiting for a place to rest, remade
After melting, surreal
Observing the waste station
New plans arise
Machines aligned peacefully
Disputes settled? Finished
Confined in the window frame
Scenery appears one-way
Diffraction imaging echoes
Reflections in change
Days later, left in desert silence
Why is that?
Not matching the glass, sighing in disorder
Helpless endurance!
Light pollution constant, I feel only lights
Alternating, flashing!
Please do not disturb my life
Only wishing for fallen leaves to return to roots...
Falling
Forged into uselessness
Sighing disputes
Can only decay the past
Reflected
Ancient sun and moon
After observation and research
Yet it still repeats
Central chaos alternates
Edges swept by caretakers
Waiting for a place to rest, remade
After burning out, post-reality
After alternating trades
Plans may succeed
The world on the railroad tie of order
Crossing nature? Why?
Confined in the window frame
Scenery appears one-way
Diffraction imaging echoes
Reflections in change
Order reestablished
Disorder is an interlude
Mirror and water surfaces
Alternating dazzling light
Maintaining order
Where is it?
Floating endlessly
Wind disturbing the ideal city
Detached inside the orderly window frame
Where is it?
Only seeing the blur of the world retreating
Na~
Ha~
Falling in ashes, material disputes entangled
Shattered shadows flowing, remnants in danger
Roaring procession, obsession troubling humanity
On watershed order, post-reality, nature already rusted
Outside survival trajectory, migrating falling lives
Long river of memories, no domain of disputes
Three, Two, One! (3,2,1)
(Sax Solo)
Flourishing is only appearance
In rust, the urban landscape collapses
Invisible
Piercing, reflecting
Falsity outside the window in depth
Falling
Under surveillance
Refracting
Alternating change, but core remains
Standing at the station
Reversed generations ferrying through reincarnation
Vines eroding, is that you?
High heat roasting future fragments
World choosing, abandoning disputes and peace
Cloud sea overturns backtracking, reflecting humans and objects, coexisting and perishing
(Strings Solo)
Balance on the meadow
Corpses become nutrients
Wind brushes fixedly
Alternating dazzling light
Inside the window frame, flourishing
Unfixed
Floating endlessly
Wind welcomes world silence
(Unofficial Translation)
Arrangement: Yotsuba-Choco
Composition: Yotsuba-Choco
Lyrics: Yotsuba-Choco
Mixing: Yotsuba-Choco
Mastering: Yotsuba-Choco
Artist: Yotsuba-Choco
Currently in preparation... (Date TBD)
The song takes place in a futuristic world.
A window falls from the 50th floor.
During futuristic conflicts, passersby use it to block bullets, and finally, the glass breaks.
The window frame just lies on the roadside.
One day, a scavenger picks up the frame, puts it on a truck, and drives through the desert.
The window thought it would escape war, but the scavenger only wants to see if it can forge weapons.
The scavenger station is a new rebel base; due to urgency, they plan to go to the main city the next day.
The window witnesses the prepared team leaving and questions the repeating conflicts and regime changes.
The main city is quiet, only people come out, confirming regime replacement, but new rebels have passed by again.
Explosions sweep through the city, the futuristic city collapses.
The window recalls 1990 in a bar, people playing sax, dancing.
In 2025, people sway alone at home to electronic sax music.
The futuristic world descends into endless turmoil, terror voices reveal future fall.
The window lies on the lawn, observing nature, as if before human birth.
In cycles, humanity perishes, maybe to appear again.
The window, as the only proof of human existence, just wants to sleep more.
In near-collapse bipolar moods, I observed everything around me, speculating on everyone’s thoughts in social isolation but unable to intervene.
The cover of Future Window was shot on the way to the supermarket seeing poles extending all around, next to a garbage truck. I excitedly captured and added glitch effects.
Why poles on the cover? It's the window's first-person perspective; poles extend around like a central hub, window as connector.
The photo forms an "X" structure, satirizing mistakes, complementing the window.
The title is Future Window, not “未来窗户” or “ミライまど,” punning Windows OS, and Future conveys musical style.
Originally planned as emotional rock, later felt electronic sounds are more futuristic, crisp like glass “click-clack.”
Congrats Future Window, it thrives within the archipelago of Isolated Artist.