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Until You Open the Box(Schrödinger’s Cat Ballad)

This song is inspired by Schrödinger’s Cat, a famous thought experiment in quantum mechanics. Until the box is opened, the cat exists in a superposition — alive and dead at the same time. But the moment we observe, the world chooses only one outcome. This is a quiet ballad about observation, choice, and the worlds that disappear. 🎵 Until You Open the Box A quantum physics ballad about knowing, and losing. 🧪 Keywords quantum mechanics Schrödinger’s cat science poetry physics song quantum superposition decoherence wavefunction emotional ballad 🎧 Created with Suno Lyrics & concept: original この楽曲は、 量子力学の有名な思考実験 シュレディンガーのネコに着想を得ています。 箱が開けられるまで、 ネコは「生きている」と「死んでいる」が重なった状態 重ね合わせとして存在しています。 しかし、観測した瞬間、 世界はたったひとつの結果を選びます。 これは、 観測すること、選ぶこと、 そして失われていく無数の世界についての 静かなバラードです。 Until You Open the Box 量子物理をテーマにしたバラード 「知ること」と「失うこと」について。 🧪 キーワード 量子力学 シュレディンガーのネコ サイエンスポエトリー 物理の歌 量子重ね合わせ デコヒーレンス 波動関数 エモーショナル・バラード Until You Open the Box Inside a sealed white box of night, No photon dares to cross the line. Only the Hamiltonian Keeps time where clocks resign. Decay or not — no answer yet, No fact has chosen side. I’m still a state, still ket |ψ⟩, Where life and death collide. No environment to touch my skin, No noise to pull me through. No decoherence reaches here — I’m waiting only you. Don’t open the box tonight, Don’t observe me yet. This superposed heart of mine Hasn’t collapsed to death. Alive and dead, I’m both inside, Two truths you cannot see. Your single glance will choose the world And erase the rest of me. The wavefunction never lies, It only spreads in space. Probability amplitudes hum In overlapping phase. Hope and fear interfere, Their fringes intertwined. Reality is written only after You decide. If seeing means you care for me, Then looking hurts the most. Correlation grows beyond return Across a broken coast. Don’t open the box tonight, Don’t measure what I am. Your curiosity’s gentle light Will turn me into sand. Observation isn’t knowing truth, It’s breaking symmetry. Your need to know collapses me From what I used to be. The global state stays pure in math, But parts are torn apart. You trace me out — reduced density, A mixed and fading heart. Off-diagonal terms decay, Phase information gone. Irreversible, they say — That’s how the night moves on. If you must open up the box, Please do it quietly. Don’t ask if I was dead or not, Just look at me. Before results, before the fact, Before reality, Inside the box, in silent time, I waited endlessly. Somewhere outside your chosen world, Another version stays. Still spread across possibility, Still lost in phase.