Nameless & Kusaka
Nameless Nameless
Kusaka Kusaka
Kusaka Kusaka
Do you ever hear the old typewriter keys echo like distant footsteps on a forgotten trail?
Nameless Nameless
Yeah, they sometimes rhyme with the rain on a cracked sidewalk, echoing like footsteps that never find a finish line.
Kusaka Kusaka
Sounds like the rain's mapping the path of its own story. Keep listening, the wind always has something to add.