Silver wind stirs the silent bay,

your echo hums through midnight gray.

I close my eyes, the tide pulls slow,

carrying stars we used to know.

In moonlit dream we softly glide,

petals of light on ebony tide;

your laughter blooms, a ghostly rose,

then fades where no horizon goes.

Awake, I keep the spectral beam—

a fleeting love, a moonlit dream.

Moonlit canvas, ink of stars we breathe,

Ray hums low where Tokyo neon weaves;

silver beats drip from midnight eaves,

our shadows stretch—samurai sleeves.

Loop a dream on vapor trails,

bass like taiko, synth like gales;

your laugh folds into glowing sails,

we paint tomorrow where silence fails.

Hold the glow, let dawn confess:

city’s heart beats in our chest.