words from the band: Our minds are trapped on their own islands of memories, where we wander alone and try to peek into each other’s worlds through the mist. In the fog, floating in the forward-moving soundscape of Sunset Rollercoaster, lovers’ sweet nothings are like prayers and farewells at the same time. never young beach crosses the language barrier with their tenderness, saying we don’t need words to share melodies, nostalgia, and the scenery of the sunset with one another.