Lyric

Raindrops drumming on power lines, fragments of news warping in the distance

“The countdown has begun,” someone seemed to whisper

Even covering my ears, the damp air traces the same words

If the world were to end, it would be on a night like this

Streetlights hung lower than usual, water dripping from the bus stop roof marking the asphalt like a second hand

But I didn't open my umbrella. Feeling the cold rain on my wet forehead

I tried saying aloud, “No, it won't end.”

The sound bounced off the building walls—distorted like a mirror

Reflecting a double-exposed self-portrait where optimism and pessimism overlapped

An alarm sounds deep within my chest

It's poppy, like a jingle leaking from a radio

Repeating:

“still in the rain, eyes on the drain.”

I clench my fist in my pocket

While another voice murmurs, “It's okay, it's fake news.”

Rain line—pelting droplets form Morse code

“world_end?” “no_way!” alternately tapped

Reflecting on the water's surface, drawing chaotic grids

Beneath dark clouds, my pulse beats at 120 BPM

Doomsday scenarios and daily loops

Synchronize to the same beat

The rain's cadence stretches the rhythm

Returning the echoes of thought to the sky

The news app flashes a red badge

Demanding updates: “Missiles in another sky, ice breaking in another sea.”

Fingers slide across the screen

But eyes drift to the neon blurring the crosswalk

There, still, two people share laughter under an open umbrella

A simulation of the world ending

And a scene proving it won't

Blur together in the same raindrops

Sirens at my ear

“Countdown begins” and “False alarm!” race simultaneously

My heartbeat drops to half-time

Yet my footsteps unconsciously overtake the beat

Rain line ―― Emergency lights reflected on the cold pavement

“game_over?” “carry_on!” flash alternately

Tricking the eye about the depth of puddles

The delay of droplets overlays future and past

I trace a songline with my wet breath

End and beginning share the same chord

Deep within the tape hiss

“what-if” scenarios open filters

Low, undulating synths roar like the tide

Closing my umbrella and gazing skyward

Raindrops wash my eyes

Peeling away layers of light and dark

Rain line ―― A lightning bolt pierces the clouds, pausing the world for an instant

“shutdown?” and “restart!” appear simultaneously

And without hesitation, I tap the latter

Cloudy droplets transform into prisms

And the entire city shimmers like a mirror ball

Dancing to the beat of the apocalypse

I echo the words, “It can't end yet.”

The rain recedes, leaving only the afterimage of taillights in the frame

When I remove my earphones

The world is still, undeniably, moving

Feeling the next raincloud slowly taking aim