Let's hide oneself in the forest. Locks it.
The wind plays a trick.
It plays with the book.
The wing hurt when it touched the swinging flower.
Sign of something.
Do you hear it?
View where your hand reaches.
The lapis lazuli color pupil encompasses the world.
The only sense.
The shade at night comes.
Do you hear it?
Sign of something.
It's the only sense.
(森に隠れよう
鍵をかけて
いたずらな風
本と遊ぶ
揺らぐ花に
触れる羽が
傷む
何かの予兆
聞こえる？
君の手の届く視界
瑠璃色の瞳が世界を包む
ひとつだけの感覚
やってくる帳
聞こえる？
何かの予兆
それは唯一の感覚。)
The wind plays a trick.
It plays with the book.
The wing hurt when it touched the swinging flower.
Sign of something.
Do you hear it?
View where your hand reaches.
The lapis lazuli color pupil encompasses the world.
The only sense.
The shade at night comes.
Do you hear it?
Sign of something.
It's the only sense.
(森に隠れよう
鍵をかけて
いたずらな風
本と遊ぶ
揺らぐ花に
触れる羽が
傷む
何かの予兆
聞こえる？
君の手の届く視界
瑠璃色の瞳が世界を包む
ひとつだけの感覚
やってくる帳
聞こえる？
何かの予兆
それは唯一の感覚。)