Trust me. Trust you. The rhythm of the city finally matched the rhythm of his heart.
This was the moment the neon lights of Tokyo felt less like a celebration and more like a cage. Sato stood at the edge of the Shibuya crossing, the driving beat of "Trust Me, Trust You." thrumming through his headphones. Trust me
"Trust me," the lyrics whispered, a harmony of voices that felt like friends standing beside him. the driving beat of "Trust Me