初音ミク (Hatsune Miku)
マエガミスト (Maegamist)
~These lyrics are translated from Japanese to English by Hazuki no Yume~

DO YOU LIKE ME?
(YES!)

[Verse I]
Cheaply longing for the strength to be found in that mysterious voice
I pathetically drank my fill of those words that soothed my barren heart

And then the sickly-sweet flavor of the tears this girl sheds afterward
Only serves to scratch her at the places that hurt the most

[Pre-Chorus I]
If I must be shown
Such a horrible, horrible sight, then…

[Chorus I]
I’d rather grow my bangs and cover up my eyes
Perhaps then, this slightly unpleasant day
Will “disappear to some faraway place,” I thought

I’ll grow my bangs and cover up my eyes
So that my face, and my cold, cynical gaze
Won’t be exposed to your scrutiny;
So that I won’t have to look at you

DO YOU LIKE ME?
(YES!)

[Verse II]
Crudely reliving the emotions felt within those mellow memories
I pathetically gnawed on those words that lighted up my shadowy heart
And then the iron taste of the blood this girl sheds afterward
Would give her peace and sooth the places that hurt the most

[Pre-Chorus II]
If I must look at
Such a cruel, cruel sight every day, then…

[Chorus II]
I’d rather grow my bangs and cover up my eyes
For I don’t need to look at anything—neither that painful future
Nor the sight of the newscaster making a show of their “sympathy.”
I’ll grow my bangs and cover up my eyes
So that my face, and my gloomy gaze
Will vanish from within you;
So that it’ll all be “someone else’s problem.”

DO YOU LIKE ME?

[Bridge I]
Shocked to find out the true extent
Of your cruelty
I let go of your hand in mine
And decide
To forget about all the things
We promised each other

If I must take in
Such a painful, painful breakup, then…

[Chorus III]
I’d rather grow my bangs and cover up my eyes
For I don’t need to look at anything—neither this broken love
Nor the regret that’s coiling about my whole body

I’ll avert my eyes from the reality of the future after we say goodbye
And as before
I hope I can go on smiling with you
Just so these contrived, pretty tears won’t go dry…!