Late-Night Notes and Pen Scribbles (Aバージョン)

Ink spills easy, flows so slow

Captured by the lamp’s warm glow

Rhythm whispers, soft and shy

Thoughts take shape ‘neath night's dim eye

Fingers dancing, waltz of grace

Tracing dreams in empty space

Every line, a story’s birth

Shaped by silence, weighed with worth

Ink moves to the rhythm’s call

Words cascade, a waterfall

Heart on paper, soul laid thin

The night begins; the lines begin

Shadows swaying ‘round the room

Drawing curves where love finds bloom

A fleeting touch, the hand now muse

Sketching fragments I’ll never lose

Listen close, the quiet hum

Secrets told where poems come

Each stroke speaks, a sigh, a plea

Clear as moonlight on the sea

Ink moves to the rhythm’s call

Words cascade, a waterfall

Heart on paper, soul laid thin

The night begins; the lines begin