The other side of the frosted glass in this windswept town
An unprompted remark of the heart is rather miserable
The weight of a dry leaf isn’t my life
All because I lost my dearest one

While hunching over
The ring finger was pulled out
If you intend to return to me, discard it

If this birthstone, [bad word] one
Such words in my head whirl all around
There inside the dazzling sunlight of August
I pledged myself to the illusion of love

I enjoy my loneliness
It’s good to be without a care
Let these unchanging feelings quickly disappear

The other side of the frosted glass in this windswept town
Cooled tea left behind on top of the table
In the sunset, I adjust my collar in the crowd
Distracted, I look around for you

Then, two years to the date, the crowd disperses
In that town, I happen to catch a glimpse of a beige coat
On their finger, I look for [bad word] ring
All because I lost my dearest one
◀ Repeat
 [bad word] True [bad word] True…