Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts
"I've been meaning to think up a beat to these lyrics."
"Hmmm?"
So he's the type who thinks up lyrics first before a melody? For me, it's the opposite.
"Sure, what do you got so far?"
He showed me the lyrics and a soft melody began to play.
It was softly somber, yet still something heavy remaining true to Mange's sound.
But these lyrics they sounded hopeful in the end.
I mimicked what Tanjiro just played and imagined the sound building, climbing, reaching out of the pressure to raise up a fist.