The Vocaloid Collection «8K»

“Go ahead,” she said. “Wipe us. But you’ll be killing more than data. You’ll be killing the last time a mother heard her son’s voice. The last time a lover heard a promise.”

“You’re here for 047,” Reina said, not turning around. Her fingers hovered over a keyboard. “Listen first.” the vocaloid collection

Songs don’t die. They just wait for someone to listen. “Go ahead,” she said