They took their time, never wanting to leave, slick track change, gallons to the sleeve. April in the castle, bottles two then nine, tearing into slumber, empty to the dime. A rest upon the exit, arrest would not decay, the carpel now encumbered, silking no delay. Shadows burning teeth, wide foaming grins, coiled 'round the rafters, answers under fins. Wanting, waiting, it wasn't even there, Searching, diverging, borrowed everywhere. And when it hasn't sounded, nothing ever ripens, thinking beyond measure, folding into lichens.
他のアプリを使いながら聞くには、再生中にプレイヤーをピクチャ・イン・ピクチャ(PiP)にすると、小さな小窓で再生が続きます(画面はオンのまま)。
画面を完全に消して聞きたい場合、ブラウザ上での再生は YouTube の仕様で停止します。YouTube アプリで開くと、バックグラウンド再生に対応した環境(YouTube Premium など)でそのまま聞けます。
YouTubeアプリで開く