I can’t cut you off, you’re a Mobius strip
The night gets more distant as it keeps going
When you leisurely brush by me
Your gaze remains like an afterimage
Even if you hide your heart, I see it
You’re after the same thing as me
Led by instinct
To connect with each other more deeply
Before the rhythm of this night starts dragging
When you approach me
Your eyes look busy
Good good, good good
Your breath looks a bit short
My hunch is good good, good good