LUCY IN THE ROOM – Yudachi Ame -/Yudachi[Official Music Video]

2023.10.4 New Single “Flowered” https://orcd.co/pnn0qk1 ◀Subscription Listen to content by LUCY IN THE ROOM 2023.8.30 Digital Release “Shower Rain” (Yudachi) https://orcd.co /xmpxjvm ◀ Various music streaming services ◤ Advance distribution song from the new single “Flowered” released on October 4th ◢ A chorus that depicts a short summer love from the perspectives of a man and a woman, and expresses the scene and emotions of the end of summer in a swinging style. A medium ballad with a pleasant uplifting feeling. ◎Each music streaming service https://orcd.co/xmpxjvm ◎LUCY IN THE ROOM City rock band from Yokohama. The sound created by the five members, who have been influenced by music from various eras and genres, transcends the boundaries of rock, jazz, soul, city pop, and even pop, incorporating elements of each to create a colorful world view. show. https://www.lucyintheroom.com/[Music Video]Director/Cinematographer/Editor: Shin Ohyama Hair & Makeup: Maki Fujiwara Stylist: Shizu Nishikawa —————— ————– Yudachi Ame Lyrics: ROKU, mii Composer: Kondo Shota My heart resembles the sky in the rain A loneliness lingers on my fingers “Just one more time” An aimless wish I was only staring at your profile, but behind my eyelids are the traces of fireworks.Throughout the sleepy night, memories are spilling out.I should have scooped up your voice, but someday I’ll forget it.I’m clinging to a glimmer of those days, and now I’m red-colored. If I can resist the rain that dyes even the clouds as I stand, I can’t wipe away the loneliness even if I close my umbrella in the sunny sky.I want a kiss without lies on my wet cheeks.If I can be a part of you, it’s the other side of Mukuro. The melted words wrap my body, slightly cold due to the heat of vaporization.In the long night of foam, the sound of cicadas will continue to echo.We are separated by the silently dispersing embers.Somewhere, as if carrying you away, the showers are swaying and passing by. A delicate shadow drinking drops in a gap in the white city murmured from behind my sweaty back.I could hear it without fading.Every time it rains, I’ll remember it.Just like the summer that keeps repeating itself, I still can’t remember your voice. As I cling to every passing day, in a dream that turns red, I wish I could say that I love you without knowing the pain.The accumulating sound and dancing tears until someday this hand reaches me again.