Somitsu 粗密 Dense/Sparse

SOMITSU — DENSE / SPARSE [Verse 1] On a country road, it feels awkward to pass and never say hello. In the city, no one says it— too many faces come and go. Greet each stranger on the sidewalk; they may think you’ve lost your mind. Even kindness changes meaning when the numbers cross a line. [Pre-Chorus] It isn’t that our hearts grow colder. Density changes what we do. Empty space can pull us closer. Crowded space can split us in two. [Chorus] Too far apart, we gather. Too close, we pull away. Between the emptiness and pressure, a pattern takes its shape. Somitsu—the restless rhythm— dense and sparse, then dense again. Gather, crowd, scatter, return: different causes, same refrain. [Verse 2] When your family’s always near you, every little sound annoys. When they’re far away, you miss them— even all that familiar noise. Too much presence turns to pressure. Too much absence turns to ache. We keep changing our distance, making room, then closing space. [Pre-Chorus] Distance makes us seek each other. Crowding makes us raise a wall. We keep reaching for connection, then retreating from it all. [Chorus] Too far apart, we gather. Too close, we pull away. Between the emptiness and pressure, a pattern takes its shape. Somitsu—the restless rhythm— dense and sparse, then dense again. Gather, crowd, scatter, return: different causes, same refrain. [Verse 3] In a cold and scattered cloud, hydrogen lay spread and thin. Gravity drew matter inward; heat and pressure grew within. Fusion lit the crowded center: hydrogen to helium. Massive stars forged heavier atoms as their burning lives went on. When the largest spent their fuel, some collapsed and burst apart. Later gravity regathered scattered matter into stars. [Bridge] Stars do not avoid each other. People are not burning suns. Different causes drive the motion; still, the pattern looks like one. What a coincidence—or maybe that’s the word we choose because first we recognize the rhythm, then we ask about the cause. [Final Chorus] Too far apart, we gather. Too close, we pull away. Between the emptiness and pressure, a pattern takes its shape. Somitsu—the restless rhythm— dense and sparse, then dense again. Nothing holds one form forever. Every balance shifts and bends. Different causes shape the motion. Not one law, but one refrain. Across the stars, our homes, our cities— dense and sparse, then dense again. [Outro] Gather. Crowd. Scatter. Return. Again.