Blue Bottle Summer

[Intro] （The ‘clack’ playback sound of an old tape recorder。） The sound of the sea waves receding, and the distant drumbeats of the summer festival gradually fade away—leaving only the sounds of summer cicadas and the faint whirring of bicycle chains. ) [Verse 1] In front of the vending machine, you look back. Offer me a bottle of ramune. Couldn’t open it properly—my fingers turned red. You smiled, and came a little closer. [Pre-chorus] The incense fireworks fell down right in front of my eyes. Maybe something changed—just a little bit more. Words I cannot utter are stuck in my throat. [Chorus] Dizzy in the neon tides We drift on the waves tonight Red lanterns, blue waves’ sound I’m still spinning in your echo. Don’t let summer fade away Just stay right next to you— [Sax solo] （Psychedelic saxophone solo, accompanied by sea breeze white noise and faint soda bubble sounds.） It’s like a slow-motion shot from a movie—the image is spinning and duplicating itself. ) [Verse 2] The sea breeze is strong, and you hold back my hair Fingers that seem about to touch—but never do. Following the long shadow cast by the moon’s light I couldn’t say anything, and looked down. [Pre-chorus] Flashing fireworks, distorted vision Your profile gradually becomes blurred [Chorus] Dizzy in the neon tides We drift on the waves tonight Red lanterns, blue waves’ sound I’m still spinning in your echo. Don’t let summer fade away Just stay right next to you— [Bridge] （Drum beats pause, leaving only piano reverberations behind） I tried calling out your name—but... The sound of waves erased my voice. When a bottle of ramune becomes empty I thought I heard the sound of summer coming to an end. [Final chorus] Dizzy in the neon tides We drift on the waves tonight A night in which red and blue intersect I’m still drifting in your echo. Don’t let summer end! Just like this, until morning comes [Outro] （The music slows down like a receding tide, the sound of the waves grows louder, and morning birdsong intermingles with it） On the sand lay an empty bottle— The lid of the blue bottle—which I couldn’t open—...