おもいでカフェ / Nostalgia Café

In the soft glow of the incandescent lamp
The ice-cream on my parfait is melting

Window-side sofas
Menus against the wall
It's quiet here this afternoon

The gentle bossa nova
Coaxes out these stinging tears
The warm sun shines bright
As if in encouragement

Sitting alone at Nostalgia Café
I search for your shadow

If we ever come here again
This is what we will order —
I know you like sweet desserts