Juuni-ji wo sugitara machi o deyou Tayorinai koe de anata ga iu
Doko ni iku no? Doko ka e ikou Doko ga ī no?Doko ka na
Renzu no kowareta sō genkyō Kumotte mienai ashita to kyō
Nani ka mieta? Nani mo mienai Nani o mi teta? Nani ka na
Ima zawameku machi o se ni mori o hashiru yo Don'nani fuan demo ushiro wa furikaeranai Moshi `kaeritai yo' nante yowane haitara Nemurinomori ni watashi o okizari ni shite mo ī
Nisemono no chizu ni shitsu kushita jishin Mata kurui hajimeta hōi jishin Machi ga mieta mōsugu soko ni Mori o nuketa mada ka na
Ima gensō ni owa reru yō ni mori o hashiru yo Don'nani itakute mo kono-te wa mō hanasanai Moshi `kaeritai yo' nante yowane hakunara Nemurinomori ni watashi o okizari ni shite hoshī
Okizari ni okizari ni Okizari ni okizari ni
Ima akari ni obieru yō ni mori o hashiru yo Surikireta ryōashi de ibaranomichi ga kakete ku Moshi `kaeritai na' son'na yowane hakunara Nemurinomori de anata o eien ni nemuraseru Owara seru wasurete mo ī
“When the clock passes 12 PM, let’s leave this city,” You say with a quiver in your voice. Where shall we go? Let’s just go somewhere. What sounds good? I wonder…
These binoculars, with their lenses shattered, Can’t see beyond the clouds covering the future and present.
What did you see? I can’t see a thing. What were you looking at? I wonder…
We’ll run through this forest with the bustling city at our backs, But no matter how uneasy we feel, we won’t look back. If at some point I grow weak and say, “I want to go home”, You can go ahead and leave me behind in this forest of sleep.
We lost our faith in the false map we were following, And our compass’ needle went haywire once again. We can see the city… it’s just over yonder. We’ve made it outside the forest. Are we almost there…?
We’ll run through this forest as if chased by an illusion, And no matter how great the pain, we won’t let go of each others’ hands. If at some point I grow weak and say, “I want to go home”, Please leave me behind in this forest of sleep.
We’ll run through this forest as if we fear the light, Kicking through thorns on the roadside with our worn down feet. If at some point you grow weak and say, “I want to go home”, I’ll put you to eternal rest in this forest of sleep. I’ll put an end to it all, so let it all slip away.