Color Frequency

Wind slips through the gaps between buildings, the city still hasn't gone to sleep. A reflection in a shop window — a version of me just slightly different. Through my earphones, this beat falls in step with my stride, like a traffic light changing colors, my feelings start to bounce.

Hey, this city's rhythm — I can hear it clearly. Deep in my quiet chest, a sign has started ringing.

Color Frequency, waves of light layering together — a color of myself I don't know yet, I'll find it right here. Color Frequency, a gradient painting the night sky, gathering them one by one, toward a new me.

Every time the neon lights sway, the scenery seems to change, and even yesterday's footprints take on a different color. A bassline echoing in the distance syncs with my heartbeat, and this moment becomes just a little bit special.

Even a feeling with no name suits this city just fine. Beyond the colors I've layered, a story still goes on.

Color Frequency, a palette of sound spreading wide — a color that's mine and no one else's, I'll paint it starting here. Color Frequency, the city lights and a melody — every time I keep on walking, the world changes.