[Intro - Instrumental only] (Soft rain on thatched roof, distant thunder, deep wooden creaks, low breathing ambiance, slow erhu-like strings fading in) [Verse 1] The rain never stops in these mountains Tsuyu wraps the temple like a second skin We pass like ghosts behind shoji screens Rival blood, same cursed roof, same heavy air Your shadow lingers longer than the daylight I taste cedar and moss on every breath I fight [Pre-Chorus] Days of glacial bows and lowered eyes Nights of creaking floors and humid lies The heat rises where the silence lies [Chorus] In the dark, when the storm cuts the light Paper walls dissolve into the night Your skin against mine, wet with rain and shame Fingers tracing lines we were never meant to claim Slow burn breaking, thunder in my veins Forbidden fruit in the mist of Kyoto rains [Verse 2] Weeks of measured steps on polished wood Every glance a blade, every silence understood Your scent clings heavier than the summer dew Moulding something dangerous, something true I watch the sweat trace paths down your throat While tradition screams and desire votes [Build-Up] The air is thick enough to drown Heartbeats louder than the pouring down One breath, one touch, the dam will break [Chorus] In the dark, when the storm cuts the light Paper walls dissolve into the night Your skin against mine, wet with rain and shame Fingers tracing lines we were never meant to claim Slow burn breaking, thunder in my veins Forbidden fruit in the mist of Kyoto rains [Bridge - Explicit, spoken-sung, raw] No more bowing, no more pretending Clothes fall like dead leaves in the wind I push you down on the tatami floor Thunder roaring as I open the door Teeth on collarbone, nails down my back You whisper my ruin in the black Deep and urgent, shame and bliss I bury myself where honor can't exist Sweat and rain, salt and sin We fuck like the world is caving in [Breakdown - Heavy breathing, low moans ad-libs, distant thunder] (Back vocals: soft desperate whispers in the dark) [Final Chorus - Bigger, soaked in emotion] In the dark, when the storm cuts the light We become the secret the temple hides Your legs around me, trembling, unchained This hunger too ancient to be tamed Slow burn finally set ablaze In the brumes of Kyoto, we erase the names [Outro] Rain keeps falling... The temple remembers what we became (Soft erhu, fading wooden creaks, heavy breathing into silence)
