[Intro]
Mapless night, the city hums a line.
[Verse]
A dream cartographer walks a humming street,
Tracing new horizons where old maps retreat.
A stubborn melody folds open, bright and true,
Revealing a fresh song in midnight blue.
[Chorus]
Draw the night with a hopeful chord,
Let streets rewrite their names toward dawn.
We ride the tune where maps dissolve and blend,
The night becomes our compass, friend.
[Bridge]
No compass, just listening, hearts in time.
[Outro]
Fold the night open—new routes, new rhyme.
