[Intro] A single thread whispers. (aa—ah, aa—ah) [Verse 1] From one thin line the bright dust learns to sing, Names made of pitch, of timing, of ring. Every flicker a note, every mote a chord, Handless hands bow space like a trembling board. [Pre-Chorus 1] Beyond our four-room house, quiet closets fold, corridors curled so tight they never unfold. The unheard size holds time like a secret bowl. [Chorus] I hear the undersong braiding weight with light, a soft loop humming under every flight. Mirror of small and vast trades breath and coat; even a wall's shadow sings the whole note. [Verse 2] Where threads cross paths, no broken edge is seen, parting is merging, sudden made serene. A ribbon-road writes time in silver turns, and hidden rooms breathe slow, the timber burns. [Pre-Chorus 2] Keys shift on their own, a house of lungs, hallways inhale, exhale, changing tongues. From countless tunings, one door chooses us. [Bridge] 見つめて。見つめて。もっと深く。糸になって震えるまで。 [Chorus] I taste the undersong threading fall with flame, a round hush holding every name. Reflections trade thunder's cloak with whisper's throat; the painted edge retells the living note. [Inter] Small in palm, vast in vein. (lo—lo, aa—aa) [Bridge] Change coats with me: your whisper becomes my storm, my tiny street becomes your endless form. We swap the map and road, yet meet in one chord. [Outro] Hold the thread; the world keeps ringing. (aa—ah)
