Silver Week☆Lonely Overtime March

The sky is black as ink, I walk towards the station It's okay to be scared, it's the usual, lonely overtime My precious back aches, just like any other night I pass the bus stop (service ended) and walk alone Everyone's overtime hours pile up, rushing me to leave work My work hours shift because of the weekend/holiday schedule So I can stay late, leave the rest to me, yeah, forced cheerfulness Actually, I'm lonely, but I say with a smile, "Good work, everyone!" The sky is black as ink, I walk towards the station It's okay to be scared, it's the usual, lonely overtime The sky is black as ink, I walk towards the station I'm used to it now, it's okay, lonely overtime, "Good job, me"