#2006.06.27

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“A Sleeping Forest”

A sleeping forest——. Turned toward the night. Its heart beats in irregular time. A gentle face, it’s like you’re smiling. That persona. If it were to peel away, the underside would warp.

Darkness, it’s all reminiscent of you. Why are you running across the backs of my eyelids?

Chasing again and again, and getting lost, a sleeping forest. Making noise in this way, the boughs of your heart rustle. A dream where I can’t feel anyone anymore—hey, when it unfolds, Are you the figure wandering through the night within my heart?

“Don’t forget,” I say while I simply sing, “I want to forget though,” you say while you simply dance.

A sleeping forest——. Concealed by black fog. The two of us will never wake.

Show your beautiful scars only to me. What is it that lives within your heart?

Calling again and again, I searched, a sleeping forest. Even in that way your smile flickers and rustles. A dream that I can never return to again—hey, when it unfolds, Are you the figure wandering through the night within my heart?

Chasing again and again, and getting lost, a sleeping forest. The boughs of your noisy heart rustle in this way. A dream where I can’t feel anyone anymore—hey, when it unfolds, There’s a figure wandering through the night within my heart. Calling again and again, I searched, a sleeping forest. Smiling and flickering in that way, you rustle. When the curtain opens to the dream that will never come back again, The figure wandering through the night within my heart is you. It’s you. It’s you. It’s you.

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It’s a night dipped in blue ink Staggering, a lost child gazes at the moon Your¹ voice, somewhere in the darkness, Wavers – why are you crying? Hearts are like constellations Connect them To feel, all through the night So this is goodnight

I will only ever show you beautiful dreams Shall we dance? Make your promise² by taking my hand, this is our last waltz

These tears run like red ink In large drops, they fall. Beautiful, aren’t they? Cleaving through the night, turning over the darkness, Swaying together, we’ll go to the ends of the earth Flickering, they sing Scraps of silver stars You can hear them, all through the night So this is goodnight

It’s alright if you only ever have gentle dreams Shall we dance? Take my hand so that you’re not torn apart, this is our last waltz

I will only ever show you beautiful dreams Shall we dance? Make your promise by taking my hand, this is our last waltz Because no matter how many lives we swim through, our paths will cross again Goodbye, it’s already time for me to go. Take my hand for our last waltz Take my hand for our last waltz

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T/N: ¹Unlike in most of Plastic Tree’s other lyrics, this one uses 貴方 “anata” for “you” instead of 君 “kimi.” Anata implies a much more intimate relationship

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If I could have become a transparent person, I wouldn’t have been imprinted with ideas A red sky outside the window, the strumming of a black guitar

The sound of whistling swims about in a drained chlorine pool

It’s fine, it’s just a slight fever—trying so hard to put on a brave front An out of control sentiment machine, breaking open to a rose-colored dream

If I could have become a genuine person, I’d steep in deep slumber So many things are too broken, and at last they stand still

A lens faster than the whimsical blink of an eye

Like an out-of-body experience, all the tedium left behind as one falls deep into thought An out of control sentiment machine, breaking open to a rose-colored dream

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(Hate red) Who’s the contaminated one? (Dip it) Suppress the voice (Hate red) Nails grown too long (Dip it) Chew them off and spit them out

(Hate red) Spilled ink (Dip it) Drowning prayers (Hate red) A bottomless trap (Dip it) Of a sinister moon

Chasing more earnestly, gently grasping hands, a frozen heart melts There had been laughter, but here I am searching this place that’s always been empty Hello, hello, hello

(Hate red) Who’s the liar? (Dip it) A cracked code (Hate red) Moving lips (Dip it) Poison for poison

Chasing more earnestly, gently grasping hands, a frozen heart melts There had been laughter, but here I am searching this place that’s always been empty Hello, hello, hello

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I’m leaving tomorrow You haven’t liked that for quite some time You’ll forget tomorrow I haven’t liked that for quite some time

The canary sings in its cage

Like promises made alongside flowers that bloomed and died We struggled, Caught within the lies drawn from tears

You’ll start looking tomorrow That’s what you wanted until recently I’ll start drifting away tomorrow That’s what I wanted until recently

What does the canary think about inside its cage?

Growing hazy and disappearing like the flowers that bloomed and died Where are they laughing? The lies drawn from tears They’re us

Without waiting for the tomorrow that died with one last cry, A singing voice echoes in the cage left behind I wonder if you two have found the place where you belong? I’ll write a letter

A long rain—the rain pours all throughout the fleeting night Rainbow-colored liquid, asphalt They’re a voice madly singing. The flowers and a canary

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A sun shower like it’s been let loose. So let’s hold hands. I wish things would go on like this forever… Even if there’s no reason for it. We followed the trail of rain, but god is pretending to be away today. We haven’t made a pledge to one another, but by mercury’s blessing—-.

Hands that waved about without anything to hold. What separated them? We were pretending not to notice, but It was obvious.

Whispering, whispering, Cast a spell on me. Not waking up, not waking up, My fever rose.

We only ever talk about the future, concealing the present. And the beautiful scars go on unnoticed.

Hands that blindly searched for one another. What has grabbed them? Even if there had been a tiny light, It doesn’t matter.

Whispering, whispering, A spell has been cast. Murmuring, murmuring, My fever rose.

Whispering, whispering, Cast a spell on me. Not waking up, not waking up, My fever rose.

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It suits the deserted park, propped up on one elbow with nothing to stare at The silence is awkward for a few minutes, but then it’s wound up to flutter about in a dance

Consider the parade a one-man march To a melody disappointingly bittersweet

Courtesy, simply a dance. An unfathomable gaze, now a mechanical doll Complaints, simply and heartlessly winding up. An imitation peeled away This charmless society entangled in thread

An illustrated crow asks a question. Propped up on one elbow, an answer is hummed After a few minutes, the mechanical dolls gather in concealing makeup and frills

Consider the parade an uninspiring march To a discordant, capricious melody

Courtesy has simply outlived its use. Mysterious speech, merrily without sleep Complaints, simply tamed. Apathetic agitation This charmless society entangled in thread

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“Internal Mic”

Wavering vision, chopped to pieces like a scattered prism A hole clearly pierced through the heart

If sentiment is a rental to enjoy, it’s overdue And solitude gnawed away inside the ears

Blurry vision, around it goes like a scattering kaleidoscope A voice of savage laughter, passing beneath barbed wire Sentiment is burning garbage, reduced beautifully to ash Struggling to say “I love you” despite the indifference

Passion, sensual pleasures, promiscuous play, abandonment, bluffs Fussiness, logic, cruelty, the fate line leading to an end

With the shriek of an internal mic, an SOS recorded on tangled tape Despite the crying, laughing, and going mad, maybe it’s whimsy Circuits of sadness are deteriorating, and the SOS sounds panicked With emotions that are impossible to analyze, it distorts—-.

Reality, fearing it, being hurt by it, delusions, of connections, grinding teeth Depression, a virus, leaving it unchecked, complications, a high fever, arrhythmia Smog, a cloudy sky, angels, in decline, a fall and a crash Interrogation, silence, no reply, scrap iron, a building’s headstone

With the shriek of an internal mic, an SOS recorded on tangled tape Despite the crying, laughing, and going mad, maybe it’s whimsy Circuits of sadness are deteriorating, and the SOS sounds panicked With emotions that are impossible to analyze, it distorts——.