Bed Timing by redraw

ๆจๅคใ็งใฏใใฎๅญใฎ้กใใพใฃใใ่ฆใใใจใใงใใชใใฃใใ
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ใๅ
ใซ้ใๅบใใๅใฏ่จ่ใใในใฆ้ฃฒใฟ่พผใใงใใพใใ
้จๅฑใซใฏใใขใ้ใพใ้ณใ ใใๆฎใฃใใ
่ใๅใใฆๆจชใใใฃใใใใใฎไธใงใใใฎ็ฌ้ใไฝๅบฆใๅ็ใใใใ
้ฉใใใใใซ็งใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใใฎๅญใฎ็ฎใ
่งฆใใใใชใปใฉ่ฟใฅใใฆใใๅใฎๆฏใฅใใใ
ใใใฆ็งใใใฎใในใฆใๆผใใฎใใฆใใพใฃใใๆๅพใฎใใฎไธ็ฌใพใงใ
ๆฅใใใใใจๅพๆใๅ
ฅใๆททใใฃใๆๆ
ใใ็ฏ็ซใฎใใใซใกใใกใใจๆบใใชใใใ
ๅคใฎ้
ใ
ใพใงใๅใๅฐฝใใใฆใใฃใใ
ใๆๆฅใฏใ้กใๅใใใพใใใใใซใใ
ใใไฝๅบฆใๅฑใใใใใซ้กใใชใใใ่บซไฝใๅธๅฃใฎๅฅฅๆทฑใใพใงๆฝใ่พผใพใใฆใใ
ๅฟใ ใใฏๆใใใใซๅใใฆใใใชใใฃใใ
ใใใฉใๆใฎ็ฉบๆฐใฏใใพใใซใๆพใใง้ๆใงใ
ใใใใ้ใใใใจใใๆฑบๆใฏใใฃใจใใ้ใซๅดฉใๅปใฃใฆใใพใฃใใ
ใใผใใ็ฎๆทฑใซใใถใฃใฆๅญฆๆ กใธๅใใใชใใใใ
ๅฟใฎไธญใงใฏใใฃใจใใใฎๅญใ้ฟใใใใจใคใถใใใฆใใใฎใซใ
่ฆ็ทใ ใใฏๅๆใซใๅฝผใใใใใชๅ ดๆใๅ
ใซๆขใใฆใใพใใ
ๅปไธใฎๅใใๅดใงใๅฝผใฎ็ฎใ็งใ่ฆใคใใ็ฌ้ใ
็งใฎๅฟ่ใฏใฉใใช่จใ่จณใใใๆญฃ็ดใช้ณใ็ซใฆใใ
ใตใใใณๅใใๅใฃใฆๅบงใฃใใซใใงใงใฏใ
ๆจๆฅใฎๆฐๆฅใใใใใๆนฏๆฐใฎใใใซใใฃใใใจๆถใใฆใใใ
ๆจๆฅใใๅฐใใ ใ่ฟใฅใใ่ท้ขใซ็ฝฎใใใไบใคใฎใฉใใฎใใใ ใ้ใฃใฆใ
้ฃใ้ใฃใฆใใๆฐๆใกใใใใฃใจ้ใใจใใใฏใใใฆใใใ
ใไปๅบฆใ ใใฏโฆ้้ใฃใฆใใพใใใใใซใใ
ใตใจใใใใชใตใใซๆใฃใใ
ใใใชๆฐๆใกใใ็ใพใใใฎใใใใฎๆฒใBed Timingใใ ใ
ๆใใใใจใใใใใใๆใใใใใจใๆใใๅฐๅนดๅฐๅฅณใฎๅฃฐใจใจใใซๅงใพใๆญใ
ใธใฃใบใใใใฎใใใใใใฎไธใซใญใผใใกใคใฎๆฏใฅใใใ้ใญใ
ๅฏ่ฟใใๆใคใใใซๆบใๅใๆๆ
ใฎใใใใใใฎใพใพ้ณๆฅฝใธใจ็ฟป่จณใใใๅฌใฎใใใใฝใณใฐใ
ใใใใฎไธใงไฝๅบฆใๅทปใๆปใใใๅพๆใ
ใใ้ใฃใๅปไธใง็ ใใๅฟ่ใฎ้ณใ
ใใใใใใฉใใฎๆนฏๆฐใซๆบถใใฆใใๅฐใใชๅๆฐใพใงโโ
ใใฎๆญใฏใใใฎใในใฆใฎใฟใคใใณใฐใไธใคใฒใจใค้ใญๅใใใชใใ่ชใใใใใ
ใใจใๆจๅคใฏ้้ใฃใฆใใพใฃใฆใใใจใใฆใใ
ไปๆฅใฏใใใๅฐใใ ใๆฌ้ณใซ่ฟใฅใใใฎใ ใจใ
ๅฐใๅฏๅใใใๆพใใ ้ฝใใใ้ใใใใๆใ
ไบไบบใไบใใฎๆธฉๅบฆใใๅใใฆใกใใใจ่ฆใคใๅใใใฎ็ฌ้ใ้ใ่พผใใใใฎๆฒใฏใ
็ตๅฑใฎใจใใใใๆใๅงใพใ็ดๅใใจใใใใใกใฐใ็น็ดฐใชๅฐ็นใใใฃใจใใใไธใใ็ฉ่ชใ ใ
้ใๅบใใใๆฐๆใกใจใๆใไผธใฐใใฆใคใใใงใใพใใใๆฐๆใกใฎใใใ ใงๆบใใใในใฆใฎไบบใธใ
ใใฎๆฒใฏใจใฆใ้ใใซใใใใใใใใ
โโๆใฏใใฟใคใใณใฐใงใฏใชใใๅๆฐใซใใฃใฆใคใชใใฃใฆใใใฎใ ใจใ
Last night, I couldn't bring myself to look him straight in the face.
My fingertips were the first to run away, my lips swallowed every word,
and only the sound of the door closing was left behind in the room.
Curled up on my bed, that moment kept playing on repeat.
The startled look in his eyes as he glanced at me,
the breath from his lips as they moved closer,
and right up to that final instant when I pushed him away.
A mix of embarrassment and regret flickered like a lantern,
filling the whole night with its unsteady light.
"I hope I don't have to see him tomorrow."
I whispered that to myself over and over,
burying my body deep under the blankets,
but my heart refused to move the way I told it to.
Yet the morning air was so clear, so transparent,
that my resolve to run away crumbled almost instantly.
With my hood pulled low as I walked to school,
I kept telling myself I should avoid him,
and still my eyes kept searching first for the places where he might be.
The moment his eyes recognized me from the far end of the hallway,
my heart made a sound more honest than any excuse I could have come up with.
Back in the cafรฉ, sitting face to face again,
yesterday's shyness slowly melted away like steam,
and between the two lattes set just a little closer than before,
all those misaligned feelings began, carefully, to turn transparent.
"This time... I hope I'm not wrong."
That was all I could think.
The song *Bed Timing* was born straight out of that feeling.
A song that begins with the voices of boys and girls
who hesitate to love and are afraid of being loved.
On the warmth of jazz pop, we lay the gentle breath of lo-fi,
turning every restless, tossing-and-turning grain of emotion
directly into music - a pop song for winter.
From the regret rewound over and over on the bed,
to the sound of a heart shattering in a hallway where two people meet,
and even the small courage that melts into the steam of a warm latte -
the song stacks each of those tiny timings one on top of another and says:
even if last night was a mistake,
today you might be able to come just a little closer to your true feelings.
On a clear morning where the sunlight spills in
as if it, too, had slept in a little,
this song captures the moment when two people finally face
each other's warmth for real.
In the end, it is a story that catches the most delicate of points -
that breathless instant "just before love begins."
To everyone who trembles between wanting to run away
and wanting to reach out and hold on,
this song whispers very quietly:
Love is not carried by timing,
but continued by courage.
Tracklist
| 1. | Bed Timing | 3:24 |
Credits
Made in droduction studio
Director: dro
Animator: ใใใใฐ (Shimesaba)
3D Outline: Sweet William (SWZ Studio)
Music / Arrange / Produce: dro
Lyric: dro, Rui
Vocal: Rui, dro
Guitar: dro, Zack Auslander
Bass: Mizuwari
Drum / Synth: dro
Vocal Editing: Rui
Mixing: Yoshinori Adachi
Mixed at Mixerโs Lab
Mastering: Idania Valencia
Mastered at Sterling Sound







