Cinderella Syndrome [English Translation]

During a sweetened time
There is nothing that is definite
I fear the bell that declares tomorrow

In the pile of ashes in my heart
I run down the middle of the staircase
My glass slippers don't give me any support

This piercing cold voice
Spins lies in a beautiful language
I was looking at the mirror
As I kept dancing in this fake dress

The clock that points at 12
Will unmask your magic for what it is- How that will hurt!
Everything once vibrant pales in color
It all starts to blur as its beauty is drained away

During a sweetened time
I cling to an uncertain voice
I'm afraid of what tomorrow will bring

In the pile of ashes in my heart
The excessively fragile glass slippers break
And the shattered remains pierce my skin

Like my slippers, my breaking heart
Is projected as it unravels and distorts
I was looking at the mirror
As I forgot the meaning of "Happiness"

The clock that points at 12
Will unmask your magic for what it- How that will hurt!
From the pale colors I can see
Is everything that sparkled going to disappear?

The clock that points at 12
Will unmask your magic for what it is- How that will hurt!
Goodbye what I was seeing all
Must have been a happy fantasy..

The clock that points at 12
Will unmask your magic for what it is- How that will hurt!
Everything once vibrant pales in color
It all starts to blur as its beauty is drained away..