Whispers

[Verse]
Neon lights on the glass window create the folds of a galaxy
The shadow of your eyelashes wanders through my fingers
The cicadas' chirping at 3 AM records a symphony of heartbeats
Secrets twisted into a spring are tucked into the music box spindle

[Chorus]
We once shared the same universe of a sour plum
The bitter core on our tongues burning into constellations
Until one day the moonlight rusts in the conversation box
All goodnights fall into the gap of missed calls

[Verse 2]
The subway station lingers with the melting of spring and autumn
The remnants of cloud fluff quivering on the umbrella you borrowed
The contact list sleeps with the excuse of 37°C
Like faded movie tickets curled up in the book of poems

[Chorus]
All whispers shatter into hourglasses in the monsoon
Parallel lines cross the desolate hills of palm prints
Unreached addresses on the map grow rust
We finally learn to return freedom with silence

[Bridge]
Coffee stains spreading on the memo, bridging time zones
Fingerprints unlocking the city's time difference
Window reflections on the street corner of a double sunset
And snow will eventually cover our missed years

[Outro]
Moonlight climbs onto the old sofa as the lights go out
Promises of forever turned out to be moments
The last goodnight card in the lock screen password
Like the hair clip stuck in the carousel from that year