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.