From the recording Above and Below (위와 아래)

A cinematic whisper ballad about duality — about floating between light and shadow, sky and ground, hope and fear. Etsurakami reflects on the feeling of being lifted high one moment and pulled down the next, as if her heart existed in two different worlds. It’s a song about movement without direction — about surrendering to the invisible winds that carry us where we are meant to go. Above represents the dream, the vision, the endless horizon. Below represents the weight of memory, of truth, of all that keeps her grounded. And between them lies the quiet understanding that both are necessary to feel whole. "Above and Below (위와 아래)" tells of Etsurakami’s search for balance between flight and fall — between the desire to rise and the need to return. Some days, she drifts among clouds of thought, untouchable and free. Other days, she walks on trembling ground, carrying the echoes of all she has lost. It’s a dialogue between two parts of the same soul — one whispering “fly higher”, the other saying “stay, breathe, remember.” And in the gentle tension between them, she finally realizes: the sky is not her escape, and the earth is not her cage — they are both her home.

"Above and Below (위와 아래)" erzählt von Etsurakamis Suche nach dem Gleichgewicht zwischen Fliegen und Fallen — zwischen dem Wunsch, aufzusteigen, und der Notwendigkeit, zurückzukehren. An manchen Tagen schwebt sie in Gedanken, frei und unberührbar, an anderen steht sie auf zitterndem Boden und trägt das Echo all dessen, was sie verloren hat. Es ist ein Zwiegespräch zweier Seelenhälften — die eine flüstert „flieg höher“, die andere sagt „bleib, atme, erinnere dich.“ Und in der zarten Spannung dazwischen erkennt sie: Der Himmel ist keine Flucht, und die Erde kein Käfig — beides gehört zu ihr.

Lyrics

There are
two worlds
inside me.

One of them
breaks me.

The other
builds me
again.

Sometimes
I fall so deep
I forget
the sky exists.

Sometimes
I fly so high
I forget
the ground.

One side
pulls me down.

The other
lifts me up.

And I …
I’m somewhere
in between.

I learned
that light
can’t live
without shadow.

Between above
and below,
I’m weightless.

Not broken.
Not whole.
Just moving.

Between sky
and earth,
I lose myself
and find myself
again.

It’s not heaven.
It’s not hell.
It’s me.

Sometimes
I sink
like a stone —
silent
and slow.

And then
something small
inside me
starts to glow.

Even in the fall,
I’m alive.

These two worlds
inside me
no longer fight.

I don’t need
to choose —
they both
are me.

Light and shadow,
wound and breath —
all of it
is me.

Between above
and below,
I’m floating.

No fear.
No fight.

Under the sky,
upon the earth,
I simply exist.

Not to rise.
Not to fall.
Just to be.

Maybe
I’m never
fully here.

Maybe
I’m never
fully gone.

But in this
between,
I am real.