Jinbocho elegy

That day we went to the bookstore together
Unknowingly, it became a convenience store
Waiting in vain, we ate curry
Even now, I'm still attached to the potatoes
You were absorbed in the books, and I was your string
Our room, half of a four and a half tatami mat, was filled with books
You seemed happy, but I was just worried about the floor giving way
Ah, Jinbocho, our youth was there
Ah, Jinbocho, the sepia-colored blue days

The bookstore owner facing north
The window of our room cracked
Sure enough, facing north, in the blizzard
It was piled up white and frozen
The stove, glowing red, the apartment, the sound disappeared
In the middle of the four and a half tatami mat, don't worry about the north-facing pillow
I watched you sleep until morning
Continuing to dream of a happy dream
Ah, Jinbocho, our spring was far away
Ah, Jinbocho, the sepia-colored white window

You tied up my hair
When I slept, I didn't want to leave
Your long hair in summer was hot
Sweat glistened on your neck
It's okay if it's short, you said that, right?
The four and a half was a sauna, but only the sound of fireworks
You gently stroked my hair
I wanted you to tie it with your fingers
Ah, Jinbocho, I didn't hate it
Ah, Jinbocho, the sepia-colored love breeze

I didn't want to work
But I wanted a lot of money
Then, was I able to talk to you?
Were we able to snuggle up forever?
I never imagined a dream, I never thought of the comfort of the four and a half
Always being scolded
Buying your time with money
I wanted to be with you in this room
Ah, Jinbocho, the lily-scented Eden
Ah, Jinbocho, the sepia-colored flower garden

You really hated me
You stole my life
I wish I hadn't met you
If we hadn't met
Without the breakup coming
Without tears drying up
The four and a half returns to the beginning
You really hated me
If we can meet again
I'll sell my soul to the devil
Ah, Jinbocho, time separates us
Ah, Jinbocho, sepia-colored dead leaves dance

I climbed this hill and cursed
Put a red seal in my mouth
Blowing in our memories
I'll let it fly, full and swollen
Shine to the distant unknown sky
Half of that town's four and a half
As if happiness is budding
Your back floating in my eyelids
I gently wiped away the tears
Ah, Jinbocho, love is about love
Ah, Jinbocho, sepia-colored love song

That day we went to the bookstore together
Unknowingly, it became a convenience store
Waiting in vain, we ate curry
Even now, I'm still attached to the potatoes
Ah, Jinbocho, our youth was there
Ah, Jinbocho, the sepia-colored blue days