マスクチルドレン [Mask Children] [English translation]

Because this world's a little too annoying, I closed the curtains upon it entirely.

Like wiping condensation off a window to peek through, I peered out at the terrifying world.

Busy days become sand eventually, burying my aspirations.

When I realised, it was all too late; without even being able to breathe, years had passed.

The new-leafed tree of resignation. A slave of the register. To prevent my heart from rotting, I had to freeze it.

While heating up a bento in the microwave -- please defrost my heart. Please defrost my heart.

Despite hiding even my expression, I want to be understood.

It's natural that I'd feel guilty. Night shift ends; the sunrise shines.

It doesn't fit the ending of such a day.

Please don't shine on this day of mine, in which I haven't accomplished anything

Because it was getting a little too annoying in my head, I killed off all happiness, anger, sorrow, joy.

The angry yelling of annoying customers echoes distantly. Though because of that, the bottles of beer increased too.

At the bar, an ex-schoolmate brags; I make friendly noises of acknowledgement

"How boring", my heart spits; it pales when I reply, "I'm the most boring one"

The future and dreams I painted in the past -- I sold them for minimum wage.

The worth of taking the first step from here, too --

It's not much. If it's the bottom price anyway, go in a direction that excites you, at least in the direction you want.

Despite not saying what I want to say, I want to be understood.

It's natural that I'd be ignored. To be left behind in Tokyo.

The world that goes on spinning even if I disappeared;

Please don't ignore this 'today' of mine, in which I can't go anywhere yet.

Today I leave the house with a mask on again, for the sake of hiding myself from noisy Tokyo.

For the sake of turning what I can't say into what I didn't say.

For the sake of turning what I can't do into what I didn't do.

Doing this, I lost my voice as well. I came to hide my true feelings even from myself.

Despite really wanting to spring out, I thought: For someone like me, it's impossible.

"That's not true!" -- there's no reason for anyone to kindly say that to me.

Killing so many of such days, I now stand at the very bottom.

It befits where I began.

Whether you stay, whether you stand, without being able to stay -- home is in the opposite direction.

Even feeling guilty is refreshing. In the same way, it's a different dawn.

For the sake of fulfilling ideals, please become a sacrifice. The lowest raising of the curtain.

Please shine upon this beginning.