Interviewer【Megurine Luka】
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- čas přidán 10. 09. 2024
- English Lyrics:
The popular songs on the radio
tell us that our lives are precious although,
even if were replaced by somebody else
nobody noticed the absent me
In the unchanging flow of this world,
our borrowed selves search for a place to sit down and rest
The fact that we can't be what we want to be
slowly forces our heartbeats to hold to a stop-
This dried up wound that had become a scab-
it started to itch, so I scratched it off again-
And for a second time the words began to bled out
Letting a pleasant sad song echo in my doubt
What kind of music do you like to listen to?
What kind of food do you like to eat, with who?
And who is the person you dearly love the most?
I wouldn't really mind, if that person isn't me so-..
I covered my ears so I freely could scream,
the words that came were no one's understanding
The truth is even if it's superficially,
I wanted you to have unseen me
If you find yourself not being what you wan't,
keeping on pretending that you've gotten far
While mending yourself accordingly, soon you'll find yourself
laughing out loud
I wonder what's consided as "not enough"
And then not at the very least, what's consided "fine"
It's heartbreaking, this time of the day
When I will get some sleep until im okay
What kind of movies do you like to watch?
What kind of words do you love to hear so much?
And is there someone you'd like to see right now?
Well, surely it couldn't be
A person who is acting just like me-
(No, No) No future will be
(I won't, I won't) hold onto hope that I can't see
(Not here, not here, no nobody is near) Standing by my side, oh-
(I want, I want) I want to smile with you
(To know this is) all I ask of you
(All I did) was keep on looking down
And now the other side of the landscape blurrs-
What kind of music do you like to listen to?
What kind of food do you like to eat, with who?
And who is the person you dearly love the most? I don't really mind if it isn't me, stuff like that
All my so selfish reasons I kept giving up,
my own conceitedness left behind deep scars
Im seeing that I've grown to be someone different now,
but hey, please tell me that im not to late