“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
Where sounds good? I wonder…
These binoculars, 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 show weakness, saying, “I want to go home”
You can go ahead and leave me behind in the 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 show weakness, saying, “I want to go home”
I want you to leave me behind in the 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 show weakness, saying, “I want to go home”
I can put you to rest eternally in the forest of sleep
I can put an end to this…
It’s okay to forget…