Eyes Of Forest (english) Songtext
Eyes of forest
The form of your fantasy appeared on the surface of the water
Wavering in confusion
I wanted to stare at it forever
The space with the blooming flowers can't be dyed alone
The floating thoughts before the darkening debris
"Why is it when you believe, it's not true?"
"Why can't it heal?"
-the pain in my heart-
Passing the tree on the roadside that ends above the forest
The unmoving hand of the clock is the key to the world of sleep
The form of your fantasy appeared on the surface of the water
Wavering in confusion
Wanting to stare at it forever but...
It drifts so I can't see it anymore, the hand on the clock begins to move
broken off from the bright world
leaving the fraying thread
Under the sun, the other side of my heart exists as the shadow of darkness.
How am I going to make it right?
Passing the tree on the roadside that ends above the forest
The unmoving hand of the clock is the key to the world of sleep
The form of your fantasy appeared on the surface of the water
Wavering in confusion
Wanting to stare at it forever but...
It drifts so I can't see it anymore, the hand on the clock begins to move
When it returns to reality...
I want to see you once more
The form of your fantasy appeared on the surface of the water
Wavering in confusion
I wanted to stare at it forever
The space with the blooming flowers can't be dyed alone
The floating thoughts before the darkening debris
"Why is it when you believe, it's not true?"
"Why can't it heal?"
-the pain in my heart-
Passing the tree on the roadside that ends above the forest
The unmoving hand of the clock is the key to the world of sleep
The form of your fantasy appeared on the surface of the water
Wavering in confusion
Wanting to stare at it forever but...
It drifts so I can't see it anymore, the hand on the clock begins to move
broken off from the bright world
leaving the fraying thread
Under the sun, the other side of my heart exists as the shadow of darkness.
How am I going to make it right?
Passing the tree on the roadside that ends above the forest
The unmoving hand of the clock is the key to the world of sleep
The form of your fantasy appeared on the surface of the water
Wavering in confusion
Wanting to stare at it forever but...
It drifts so I can't see it anymore, the hand on the clock begins to move
When it returns to reality...
I want to see you once more