
What Is Real?
darkwave / synthwave, emotional, atmospheric, with haunting vocals and deep synth bass. synths / beat structure (like BPM, drum style, pad layers), male vocals, deep, atmospheric, electronic, haunting and melodic (gothic), music box, Budots Music Style, Budots Music Style, Sound Effects, Dreamy. Sad Piano, Dark, Romantic, The Melody Flows In A Slow, Hypnotic Minor Key, Carried By A Deep, Pulsing Bassline. Soft Synth Pads Create A Dreamy Atmosphere, While A Delicate Arpeggio Repeats Lightly In The Background. Glide Smoothly Over The Beat, Starting Low And Breathy In The Verses, Then Lifting Higher And More Open In The Chorus. The Tune Never Overwhelms — It Circles Like A Shadow, Rising And Falling Gently, Always Floating In Reverb, Blending Seamlessly Into The Deep House Groove. Techno, Trance, Ambient, Erhu Or Cello, Synthesizer, Chinese Opera Style Female Vocals, Oriental Club Music, Epic Atmosphere, Emo

What Is Real?
darkwave / synthwave, emotional, atmospheric, with haunting vocals and deep synth bass. synths / beat structure (like BPM, drum style, pad layers), male vocals, deep, atmospheric, electronic, haunting and melodic (gothic), music box, Budots Music Style, Budots Music Style, Sound Effects, Dreamy. Sad Piano, Dark, Romantic, The Melody Flows In A Slow, Hypnotic Minor Key, Carried By A Deep, Pulsing Bassline. Soft Synth Pads Create A Dreamy Atmosphere, While A Delicate Arpeggio Repeats Lightly In The Background. Glide Smoothly Over The Beat, Starting Low And Breathy In The Verses, Then Lifting Higher And More Open In The Chorus. The Tune Never Overwhelms — It Circles Like A Shadow, Rising And Falling Gently, Always Floating In Reverb, Blending Seamlessly Into The Deep House Groove. Techno, Trance, Ambient, Erhu Or Cello, Synthesizer, Chinese Opera Style Female Vocals, Oriental Club Music, Epic Atmosphere, Emo
Lyrics
Moments slip like grains of sand
I try to hold, but lose my hand
In the mirror, who do I feel?
Tell me, tell me, what is real?
What is real, what can I touch?
Is it love, or just too much?
A fleeting heart, a fleeting dream
Or the quiet truth beneath the scream
Faces fade into the night
Stars burn out, then reignite
I chase a light I cannot steal
A fragile flame of what is real
Moments slip like grains of sand
I try to hold, but lose my hand
In the mirror, who do I feel?
Tell me, tell me, what is real?
What is real, what can I touch?
Is it love, or just too much?
A fleeting heart, a fleeting dream
Or the quiet truth beneath the scream
Close your eyes, let go of fear
Listen close, it may appear
The beating pulse beneath it all
The only thing that can’t fall
What is real, what can I hold?
Is it warmth, or just the cold?
A fleeting heart, a fleeting dream
Or the quiet truth beneath the scream
What… is real…
What… is real…
