Bridges to the Stars

Footsteps echo on streets we knew, Tokyo’s skyline painted new. Left as dreamers, lost in space, but every road leads to this place. We are building bridges to the stars, piecing back what fell apart. Every signal, every light, pulls us closer through the night. Maps were torn, the sky was blind, chasing whispers, chasing time. But here we stand, a thread remains, woven tight between our names. We are building bridges to the stars, piecing back what fell apart. Every signal, every light, pulls us closer through the night. Maybe answers come too late, maybe questions show the way. But if the universe still calls, we will listen, we won’t fall. And if the echoes speak once more, we’ll be waiting at the shore. We are building, we are whole, bridges back into the soul. We are building bridges to the stars, piecing back what fell apart. Every signal, every light, pulls us closer through the night.