Erimo Misaki
Mori Shinichi
Desolate Cape
In Kitano-cho, they're already starting to sprout sadness in the hearth
Seems like they're troubled by things they don't understand
Being cornered while worrying
Let's gather up the silent months
And warm them together
The desolate spring is a spring with nothing
You've had two cups, right, in a coffee cup
It was just a facade, right
You've thrown it away
Stirring only the bothersome things around
Recalling the scent of past summer
It's nostalgic, isn't it
The desolate spring is a spring with nothing
The daily life inevitably comes
But let's smile quietly
Only sulking words are living words
And they're broken
To speak while looking away
Oh, how cowardly
The desolate spring is a spring with nothing
Cold friends came to visit
We don't need that connection
Just warm up and go
