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Silence wraps around the city night,
Only the phone screen still alive.
A trapped “good night” drifts in air,
Lost somewhere between us two.
When there’s no “read” mark shining,
It feels like time has stopped.
Love becomes a digital maze,
And every “maybe” turns into a wall.
According to research from the University of Tokyo,
A brain in love is filled with dopamine.
Just the thought — “maybe they’ll reply” —
Is enough to make us feel alive.
Even when my heart’s enslaved by notifications,
I still want to believe in the time lag of love.
Your message hasn’t reached me yet,
But the light inside hasn’t died.
In this quiet “space between words,”
Even silence can turn to kindness.
No reply needed tonight,
Just let me think of you.
As psychologist Beck once said,
“Rejection is illusion — love is signal.”
Before this unread pain takes form,
I’ll breathe, and wait for morning.
Ritsumeikan’s study once told us,
In Japan, love dwells in Ma — the pause.
That calm between our words
Is a silent conversation of souls.
(piano solo)
──Soft moonlight touches my fingers,
Your icon still asleep in the night.
“Even without a reply, I still love you.”
That’s my quiet answer.
Your message hasn’t reached me yet,
Still, my heart keeps trembling on.
Both fear and hope are love itself,
Guiding me through this endless night.
I turn the phone face down,
Love lives deeper than notifications.
Our breaths align in rhythm,
Signals softly glowing through the dark.
Even if it stays unread forever,
Hope still lives within my chest.
Under this sky without your words,
I’ve found something truer than replies —
Love is the act of waiting,
And dawn will come beyond the silence.
The morning breaks, the birds begin to sing,
Your “read” finally lights the screen,
And before my tears could fall, I smiled.
──That unread night
Made me stronger.