Light on the screen at two o'clock in the morning
A circle of virtual lines drawn with your fingertips
Raindrops reflected in the window of the cafe
The communication channel whose voice is distorted
The gap between the ambushed time lag
Swirl in the coffee cup
Over the rusty speaker
All I can hear is noise
But I'm definitely touching it
A kiss on the radio wave
To the heart of jet lag
Words of love with garrass
Hug me while deciphering
Flashing like a constellation
Galaxy with read mark
A smartphone that seems to be out of power
A thin current that connects
Your eyelashes on the screen
I got into the habit of counting
Over the rusty speaker
All I can hear is noise
But I'm definitely touching it
A kiss on the radio wave
To the heart of jet lag
Words of love with garrass
Hug me while deciphering
On the night when communication is not allowed
Trace the constellation with your fingers
I'm looking up in the same direction
Surely
It's a radio wave delivery
A silent prayer
See you tomorrow
At two in the morning
