Along the rain-slicked coordinates of the alleyways, heavy cyber-EDM reformulations of the Kamata March reverberate, inducing structural oscillations within the rusted architecture. Street-level netrunners and cyborgs browse illegal brain-dance stalls, refueling their augmented biological frames with Neo-Hanetsuki Gyoza. To access the neural-booster cores, they snap through the high-polymer carbon wings, which contain a 24-hour surge of synthetic taurine. In order to survive the impending neural overload, they submerge their systems into Kuroyu—jet-black basins of organic nano-liquid functioning as cooling apparatuses to purge scorched memory logs beneath the erratic flickering of a holographic Mount Fuji.

Since it was performed by One Direction—a fresh, energetic young boy band—the song strongly projects an image of “sweet and innocent youthful romance.” However, it was actually written by songwriter Savan Kotecha for his own wife.

One morning at a hotel in London, his wife was feeling down and said, “I look so ugly today.” Trying to comfort her, he said, “No, you don’t. You don’t know how beautiful you are.” At that exact moment, a lightbulb went off in his head: “Wait a minute, this would make an amazing song!” He then wrote the rough draft of the song in just two days.

The song is actually set in December. While the opening line, “Do you remember the 21st night of September?” leaves a powerful impression, a later lyric reveals, “Now December found the love that we shared in September.” In other words, this track is all about looking back on fond autumn memories during the chill of winter.

So, let’s groove to this track and blow away the humid rainy season blues!

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life is packed with absurd hardships and blindsiding betrayals. Which is precisely why I refuse to let the kitchen become another courtroom. We need some levity here.

Obsessing over a flawless recipe with a furrowed brow is just a poor use of time. I’d rather pour myself a glass of red wine and just laugh it off: ‘Forgive me, but Mama opted for a strategic shortcut tonight.’ It’s called survival.

Look at me. Relying on the freezer section isn’t going to trigger the apocalypse. We’ll get through this.”