This is about the inhabitant of a dream. It’s story that’s a little bit sad About a sepia-colored world where the clocks stopped and a very young boy wanders about
He’s moving forward to a far odd yet near place which is of no one’s possession.
Riding on a gray railway he travels around the world Enchanted by a townscape like the one of Kowloon Walking happily on a rainbow of only one color He holds his umbrella and travels around the world
Days of daydreaming - the real world - am I still asleep?
This is about the inhabitant of a dream. Even though he is a little lonely, a little lonely All he happens to see on the street are shadows and he doesn’t come across anyone. No, he doesn’t.
The moon in its grayness is just so exceedingly large that everything seems like it’s about to get inhaled by it
Through an alleyway where candles are lined up he travels through the world And there’s the signpost of a carriage no one is sitting in And for everyone he crosses the moon on a mysterious bicycle As if he was tightrope walking, he travels around the world
The days keep flowing by - the real world - am I still asleep?
Provided that there is a morning to come and I am able to wake up I will talk about this dream to you
Riding on a gray railway, I travel around the world Waiting for this tale to end
When did I start to see this dream about this never-ending world that’s found somewhere in eternity? Days of daydreaming - the real world - am I still asleep?