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 [bad word] to kyō

Nani ka mieta? Nani mo mienai
Nani o mi teta? Nani ka na

Ima zawameku machi o se ni mori o [bad word] yo
Don'nani fuan demo ushiro wa furikaeranai
Moshi `kaeritai yo' nante yowane haitara
Nemurinomori ni watashi o okizari ni [bad word] mo ī

Nisemono no chizu ni [bad word] [bad word] jishin
Mata [bad word] hajimeta hōi jishin
Machi ga mieta mōsugu soko ni
Mori o nuketa mada ka na

Ima gensō ni owa [bad word] yō ni mori o [bad word] yo
Don'nani itakute mo kono-te wa mō hanasanai
Moshi `kaeritai yo' nante yowane hakunara
Nemurinomori ni watashi o okizari ni [bad word] hoshī

Okizari ni okizari ni
Okizari ni okizari ni

Ima akari ni [bad word] yō ni mori o [bad word] yo
Surikireta ryōashi de ibaranomichi ga kakete ku
Moshi `kaeritai na' son'na yowane hakunara
Nemurinomori de anata o eien ni [bad word] Owara [bad word] 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…
 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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…?
 [bad word] 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.
 [bad word] 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.