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I walked with an uncertain step, relying on the light of the moon
I softly stepped forward to the white winter and blue summer

Before I knew it I was astray in the thick forest,
It's dark and damp, so I stopped

The painfully crying voice won't reach me -- what am I waiting for?
A spider's thread? A bluebird? Seeking help, I look to the sky

Here, the path is not on the map, and it's noticeable
The journey named "the future" was a neverending thing

If I look about, many footprints are there
No one will pass this place

I bend down and sob, frightened in this deep forest without noise
By shutting my ears I could only hear my pulse

Time is also going to pass; the landscape is also unchanging
We are here, as long as our breath won't stop we are here
And it seems that we're walking again; still an endless length ahead
We are still in the forest, slipping out, to a place where the sun shines