成長の病 (Grown-up Illness)

Producer: 椿

Submission for The VOCALOID Collection 2025 Summer. Related to “ナゾの病”.

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思い返せばいつも。When I think back, I always
ランドセルに詰め込み過ぎて、Crammed way too much into my backpack,
何よりも1番大事な物を忘れてた。And forgot what’s more important than anything else.
また絡まったり解けたり、靴紐の様な縁の蟠り。Getting entangled and distangled again, those shoestring-like interpersonal conflicts.
そんな想いは——That kind of thoughts—
靴底の泥程度になるんだろ。Would eventually become as insignificant as the mud on my shoesole.
日暮を刺す踏切の音が。The rail crossing bell pierces through the dusk;
ただ私を急かす様、鳴いてる。It sounds like it just wants to hurry me forward.
カラスと一緒に進みましょう。Together with the crows, let’s proceed.
誰もが大人になって、何れ忘れてしまうのだろう。No matter who, as they become an adult, they’ll end up forgetting before long:
夕暮れ時、鐘の侘しさや季節の香りさえ。Even the tranquility of the evening bell, and the fragrance of the four seasons.
きっと大人になって、何れ感じなくなるんだろう。Surely, as I become an adult, I’ll stop feeling before long:
握り締める小銭の重みや、あの子の温もりさえ。Even the weight of the pocket money I tightly held, and the warmth of that person.
失って、気づいて、生きてゆく。I’ll lose it, notice it, and carry on with life.
心の箱は、いつの間に埃被ってさ。Before I noticed, the box in my heart is covered in dust;
記憶の鍵が、錆び付いて開かない。The key to those memories has become too rusted to open it.
足し算だった筈の交友関係は、いつの間にか引き算と化し。Social relationships that are supposed to be additions have turned into subtractions since when.
永遠なんて無いし、だから利害で割ってさ。Things like “forever” aren’t real, so it’s all just self-interest at the end.
残ったのはハリボテの様な安堵か？Whatever remains, is it a papier-mâché-like relief?
大人になるということ。What’s known as becoming an adult,
それは、本音を喉の奥にしまうこと。Is to seal your real feelings inside your throat;
通りすぎる風に、名前をつけなくなるということ。Is not being able to name the wind that breezes through;
空の青さの理由を、もう探さなくなること。Is no longer bothering to find out why the sky is blue;
美しい雨を、どこかで静かに憂うこと。Is only worrying where to find silence in the midst of a beautiful rain.
6月の夕立の甘い香りに、心が動かなくなった。My heart is no longer moved by the sweet aroma of an evening shower of June.
路地裏に咲く花の名を、知りたいと思わなくなった。I stopped wanting to know the name of the flower blooming in the back alley.
残ったのは、台本通りの安心。What remains is the peace of mind that everything is according to script.
治す術がない、確かに感情が擦り減る熱の無い風邪みたい、それは病の様——No cure available, clearly wearing away all emotions, as if a cold without a fever, that looks like an illness—
——なんて戯言。—Such nonsense.
街に響く踏切の音が。The rail crossing bell rings throughout the streets;
肺の奥の奥まで、響いてる。It resonates into the very depths of my lungs.
カラスと一緒に帰りましょう。Together with the crows, let’s return.
——進みましょう。—No, let’s proceed onward.
誰もが大人になってさ。No matter who, everyone eventually becomes an adult.
今大人になって、過ぎ去っては見える事。Now that I’ve become an adult, it’s obvious what’s already slipped by.
春に咲いて春に散ゆく別れの美しさ。Blooming in the spring, wilting in the spring, there’s a kind of beauty in this parting.
そうして、胸に宿った儚く呪いの様なもの。And now, this empty feeling has taken root in my chest like a curse.
瞑る瞼の裏に焼け付く、いたいけなノスタルジー。Burnt onto the inside of my closed eyelids, is a young and innocent nostalgia.
あの日誓った永遠は、戻れない日々を想う事。The “forever” we swore upon that day, became reminiscing the everyday that I cannot return to.
失って、気づいて、生きてゆく。I lose it, notice it, and carry on with life.
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    translations/seichou-no-yamai
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    en-US
  • Title
    成長の病 (Grown-up Illness)
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    Translation of "成長の病 (Grown-up Illness)" by 椿.