(仮) 8CM全面復活！INORAN未發表單曲[Watercolor]封面曝光！

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INORAN 8CM單曲 [Watercolor]

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無色無形的水，會因人因地因時照映變幻出不同的色彩風情，

INORAN以音樂深刻描繪出他心中的水色，並希望流入打動樂迷的心靈。

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Watercolor原意指水彩畫。

比起將形狀、顏色、光線忠實重現，更著重優雅呈現生物的活力；

比起寫實的描繪，更能深奧地將事物表現出來。

雖然跟原意有些許不同，

但希望以自己所感受創作而出的「水」帶給大家必要性，

將內心感覺到的以水彩畫般來表現。

by Amethyst with LOVE, fantasy, Photography and moooore

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