
π§‘ ππππ'π¬ ππ¨π Inspired by a poem by BolesΕaw LeΕmian, reimagined through a cyberpunk aesthetic. Through the eyes of the dead, a body split from consciousness, longing for the lost self. ν΄λλ μμΈ λ³Όλ μ€μν λ μλ―Έμμ μμμ μκ°μ λ°μ μ¬μ΄λ²νν¬ κ°μ±μΌλ‘ μ¬ν΄μν νΈλ. μ£½μ μμ μμ μΌλ‘ λ°λΌλ³Έ μμκ³Ό λΆλ¦¬λ μ‘체, μμ΄λ²λ¦° μμλ₯Ό ν₯ν κ°λ§. ββββββββ Why so many candles, these faces above me? No more harm shall ever meet my body Everyone is standing while here alone I lie Grieving, feigning One must be true when one must die And so, buried under these wreaths of leaves, I lie Solemnly Agelessly Solitarily Death, gone silent, once again rushes to my head, Though by now I know all comprehension is dead How I loathe to become accustomed to this grave, To be what I once was that is all I crave Solemnly Agelessly Solitarily Everyone is standing while here alone I lie To be what I once was that is all I crave How I loathe to become accustomed to this grave, To be what I once was that is all I crave No more harm shall ever meet my body ββββββββ π ππ¨π«πππ§ ππ«ππ§π¬π₯πππ’π¨π§ μ΄μ°νμ¬ μ΄ν λ‘ λ§μ μ΄λΆμ΄, μ΄ μΌκ΅΄λ€μ΄ λ΄ μμ μλκ°? μ΄μ κ·Έ μ΄λ€ ν΄λ λ΄ λͺΈμ λΏμ§ μμΌλ¦¬ λͺ¨λκ° μ μλλ° λλ§ μ¬κΈ° νλ‘ λμ μꡬλ μ λνκ³ , μ λνλ μ²νλ€ μ£½μ΄μΌ ν λλ§νΌμ μ§μ€ν΄μΌ νλ λ² κ·Έλ κ² λλμ νν μλ 묻ν, λλ λμ μλ€ μμνκ² λμ΄λ μμ΄ μΈλ‘κ² μΉ¨λ¬΅μ μ κΈ΄ μ£½μμ΄ λ€μ νλ² λ΄ λ¨Έλ¦ΏμμΌλ‘ λ°λ €λ λ€ νμ§λ§ μ΄μ λλ μλ€ λͺ¨λ μ΄ν΄κ° μ£½μ΄λ²λ Έμμ μ΄ λ¬΄λ€μ μ΅μν΄μ§λ κ²μ΄ μΌλ§λλ μ«μμ§ νλμ λλ‘ λμκ°λ κ², κ·Έκ²μ΄ λ΄κ° κ°λ§νλ μ λΆ μμνκ² λμ΄λ μμ΄ μΈλ‘κ² λͺ¨λκ° μ μλλ° λλ§ μ¬κΈ° νλ‘ λμ μꡬλ νλμ λλ‘ λμκ°λ κ², κ·Έκ²μ΄ λ΄κ° κ°λ§νλ μ λΆ μ΄ λ¬΄λ€μ μ΅μν΄μ§λ κ²μ΄ μΌλ§λλ μ«μμ§ νλμ λλ‘ λμκ°λ κ², κ·Έκ²μ΄ λ΄κ° κ°λ§νλ μ λΆ μ΄μ κ·Έ μ΄λ€ ν΄λ λ΄ λͺΈμ λΏμ§ μμΌλ¦¬ ββββββββ ππππ | suno.com/@zarq Written & Produced by ZARQ Β© 2026 ZARQ. All rights reserved.

