Luka Megurine - Interviewer en inglés

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Luka Megurine - Interviewer

"Pop songs always tell us that
our lives are irreplaceable,
but even if someone were to take my place,
I'm sure no one would probably even notice.

Through the days that will never change for the better,
we, being mere borrowed items, are searching for a seat.
Forever unable to become anything at all,
my heart slowly comes to a stop.

Pulling on my scab,
I scratch my old wound into bleeding again,
and a second word bled out.
I want to listen to a sad song.

What kind of music do you like?
What kind of food do you like?
Who is the person you like?
Oh, it doesn't have to be me, by the way.

I covered my ears and cried:
'People will never be able to understand one another!'
The truth was, I wanted to be loved
even if the love was only on the outside.

Because I'll never be able to become anything,
I have put up a good front,
pretending that I have accomplished something
and smiling to myself.

I wonder what is still lacking.
Without anything, I guess this will have to do.
Before 7 o'clock in the depressing morning,
ah, let me sleep just a little longer.

What kind of movie do you like?
What kind of words do you like?
Is there someone you want to see right now?
Without a doubt, that person can't be me.

There is none. There is no future.
I do not. I do not hold any expectations.
There is none. There is no one.
Around me, there isn't anyone anymore.

I want to. I want to smile together with someone.
I merely want someone to notice and recognize me.
I have given up on anything and everything.
The other side of the scenery begins to blur.

What kind of music do you like?
What kind of food do you like?
Who is the person you like?
Without a doubt, that person can't be me."

Saying things like these, I gave up again and again,
and, while self-satisfied, let myself get hurt.
As I grew older, I at last came to my realization.
Say, do you suppose
it's still not too late for me?