The late-night convenience store shift
I'm sleepy, there are few customers
time passes so slowly
But lately, just a little
I've found something to look forward to

Coming in every night at the same time
there's a regular, a young guy
Always a cafe latte and a rice ball
Before the date changes, today too he came

ChorusAt the register, just a little
our eyes meet
Holding a study book—
I've seen him like that
Is it for exams, or a license
He's working hard, I think
Somehow I want to root for him
"Thank you, as always"
that voice cracks a little

I don't even know his name
we barely talk
but this tiny connection
has become the joy of the shift
Will he come tomorrow too?
If he doesn't
maybe I'll feel a little lonely

"Do you need a bag?"
"I'm fine"
just that exchange
yet somehow my heart races

At the register, just a little
our eyes meet
"Thank you very much"
he replied with a smile
At the late-night store, born
a tiny one-sided love
"Come again"
I murmur in my heart

Someday I'd like to talk to him
"You're working hard, huh" or
"I'm rooting for you" or
but since I'm on shift
maybe that's hard
This is fine as it is
just getting to see him each night

At the register, just a little
our eyes meet
Holding a study book—
I've seen him like that
I hope his exam goes well
may he earn his license
I secretly wish it in my heart
At the late-night convenience store
a little love