Neon Heartbeat in the Shibuya Rain

I stand at the crosswalk where electric gods sleep and neon rivers flow,
Clad in a suit of circuits, woven from shadows and glowing below.
The city screams in kanji scripts, a chaotic symphony loud and bright,
But I am waiting for the silence that only you can bring to light.

You cut through the tide like a quiet melody played on a string,
A warmth against my cold synthetic skin where no other heart could cling.
The world is hard plastic and glass, but your touch feels soft as rain,
Turning this electric loneliness into something more than pain.

No need for words when we meet beneath the towering signs of blue,
I'll trade in all my circuitry just to feel a love that's true.

Editor: Lyric