Chapter 4.7: Ling Tosite Sigure / Implanted Seed - Seed -

Ling tosite sigure

Ling Tosite Sigure has been formed for 21 years. Whether it's fast or slow for us, who operate at our own pace like a tornado. As humans, enough time has passed for us to reach adulthood. 21 years ago, in the depths of my own mind, did the present future exist when I first encountered Ling Tosite Sigure's music?

Just by listening to music, just by touching an instrument, just by connecting the shielded amplifier and producing sound, just by being able to copy someone else's song, just by creating my own music, just by being able to perform it... The brilliance of encountering something for the first time always changes form, but it constantly captivates me, us, in the invisible form of music. If I had only pursued those moments, it would have become the future of that time, the trajectory of us now. I now struggle to create the impact of being pierced by music with my own hands. Miracles are always translucent.

When we surpass 20 years since our formation, we are often asked how we managed to continue this far. It's probably because within us, there is no concept of "continuing" or "ending." We coexist with music within the continuous flow of the present moment. We simply keep on sounding.

We have been quite free in our activities.

345 said during our university days that she wanted to continue making music with me a little longer. Nakano-kun coincidentally found us on the internet and offered his support as a fan.

The balanced imbalance of these three people. Whether we can grasp music amidst countless fluctuations from a state of zero and become the sound of "Ling Tosite Sigure," it depends on whether we can utilize, preserve, and lose our entirety as the three of us.

I am driven by a sense of mission to create something that can overwhelmingly captivate these two individuals. Even if it sometimes becomes overwhelming, if there is only one core that I must not run away from, it is that. In order to obtain freedom and miracles, I will cease to be anyone unless there is at least one thing I can dedicate my entire life to.

Without realizing it, I am trapped in a dream, and it would be wonderful if every moment of my existence could become music.

Am I living as Ling Tosite Sigure, or am I being kept alive by Ling Tosite Sigure?

I am swaying once again. Empty.