3月20日，Thomas Alexander Kolbe 将发布全新单曲《Songs In My Dreams》。这是一首仅包含一首作品的单曲，也是他首次将自己的声音置于创作的核心。
这首歌源于一个问题，简单却挥之不去：为什么我们在醒来的瞬间，梦境便悄然消散？为什么旋律、话语的片段，乃至完整的情感世界，会在晨光初现时化为虚无？为什么在黑暗中如此鲜明的感受，会在睁眼后的几秒内如雾般消失？
《Songs In My Dreams》正是由这样的思考发展而来。歌词传达了一种安静的渴望——想要记住那些在睡梦中听见的歌，那些在夜里显得完整而充满意义、却在清醒后退入记忆深处的旋律。这几乎是一种孩童般的愿望：我想记住梦中的歌。你呢？
在音乐层面，这首作品将 Kolbe 以氛围与质感见长的创作背景，与清晰而专注的歌曲结构结合在一起。制作保持宽广的空间感，同时克制而内敛，使核心元素——声音——得以不受干扰地呈现。他自然的低男中音为作品奠定深度，而在较高音区则流露出情绪所需要的张力与脆弱。这次的演绎不在于炫技，而在于情感表达的准确。
没有其他版本——只有这一首明确而自觉的表达。
一首歌。
一个声音。
一个问题。
《Songs In My Dreams》将于3月20日起在各大主流流媒体平台上线。更多信息与播放链接将在发布当天于此公布。
歌词
[Verse 1]
At night, when all is quiet, there’s a note beneath my breath,
a faded little echo drifting softly through my chest.
I turn as if to hold it, but it slips into the haze,
a shadow made of music wandering through half-lit ways.
[Pre-Chorus]
I reach but it still floats a little further every time,
like something made of silver that dissolves before the line.
[Chorus]
There are songs in my dreams that return in gentle waves,
pulling me through moments that the waking light won’t save.
When I rise in the dark, I try to trace where they’ve been,
sometimes I catch a whisper, sometimes nothing stays within.
[Verse 2]
Sometimes there’s someone singing with a tone I’ve never heard,
sometimes it sounds like I’m the one, though quiet as a bird.
A chord that feels familiar though I can’t recall the tune,
a rhythm turning slowly like a lantern near the moon.
[Pre-Chorus]
I reach but it keeps drifting like a tide that gently breaks,
leaving on my pillow all the traces that it makes.
[Chorus]
There are songs in my dreams that return in gentle waves,
opening hidden doorways that the morning never saves.
When I wake, I keep wondering what part of it was real,
and what the quiet night decided that I needed to feel.
[Bridge]
Maybe they are echoes from a time I lost to sleep,
or paths that only surface when the night runs warm and deep.
I lie still for a moment just to hear them fade and glide,
until the first pale light pulls the last of them aside.
[Final Chorus]
There are songs in my dreams that return in gentle waves,
shadows made of music that the daylight never tames.
Even when they vanish, something lingers in my chest:
a tune that tried to reach me before sinking into rest.
