neon drips like watercolor on midnight streets,
your shadow traces rooftops where the skyline meets.
you hum an old melody beside a vending light,
a secret note folded in the corner of the night.
fingers cold around a paper crane, you show
maps of constellations only your eyes know.
教えて — whisper soft against the rain,
one small truth that unravels every chain.
tell me in one line, a pulse i can follow,
syllables like footprints, steady not hollow.
hold the silence till it learns the tune,
we’ll count the heartbeats, racing toward the moon.
oshiete — teach me where your sunrise hides,
guide my compass through the city’s trembling lights.
oshiete — your voice becomes the shore,
anchor me when the tides of doubt roar.
in your breath i find the map i’ve sought,
every whispered lesson stitches what i’ve lost.
you paint your answers on the window fog,
tiny galaxies in the steam where we talk.
a laugh that folds the emptiness in two,
a crooked promise blooming into something true.
the clock forgets to chase us past three am,
we trade small fears like foreign stamps again.
教えて, show me where your scars have gone,
so i can learn to sing them into dawn.
breathe one secret, let the rhythm grow bolder,
words like ladder rungs for us to climb over.
count the pauses, let them carve the song,
now the quiet knows how to belong.
oshiete — teach me how your colors blend,
turn my gray to cobalt at the riverbend.
oshiete — let your laughter be the key,
unlock the rooms i never dreamed i'd see.
your story spills like ink across my skin,
a luminous confession pulling me within.
under the electric hum of an awakening dawn,
we trade the language of the lost for what we’ve drawn.
if shadows press like paper over the sun,
we’ll fold them into wings and learn to run.
教えて — not just whispers, but a vow,
teach me every margin of who you are now.
oshiete — teach me how to keep this light,
refuse the dark; we’ll learn to hold it tight.
oshiete — now i echo everything you gave,
the lessons make me brave in ways i never paved.
together we redraw the map of our mistake,
turn every ending into the promise we remake.
教えて... a trailing echo on the rails,
your name becomes my compass as the city exhales.
oshiete — keep the secret close and bright,
a lantern for the lonely and the night.
