Lyric

A perfect arc through broken skies

Seven wounds the light can’t hide

The rain has passed, but still I cry

Colors fade, but meanings rise

Niji Hai — in loss, we pray

In silent pages, truth will stay

Bow to the word, bow to the flame

Even in ash, we write our name

I drank the nectar, deep in hell

Felt heaven’s lie, its empty shell

Nekomata laughed, the demons sang

My name dissolved — a smoky pang

Niji Hai — in flames, we bow

To what was never, here or now

Defeat is bright, if seen with grace

A rainbow scar on Buddha’s face

Don’t fear the fall — it’s how we bend

Before the silence, meaning ends

A single stroke, a whispered “yes”

The brush remembers what we forget

Niji Hai — a vow, a line

A shattered word becomes divine

We fall, we write, we love, we die

But always bow beneath the sky