Enbizaka no Shitateya

In a corner of Enbizaka, there's a young mistress of a tailor
With the skill and certainty of her hands, she's the talk of the neighborhood

Her worries are all about the infidelity of the one she loves
Saying, 'I won't go back home while that person exists'

But to work hard, she must wield scissors with all her might
The more she sharpens the scissors left by her mother, the better they cut

Today, the town is as peaceful as always, with a gentle daily life
While dancing, she spotted that person, who is the woman next to him?

Her red kimono suits her well, a beautiful woman with a sullen air
She couldn't bear to see her walk away from that place

But to work hard, she must wield scissors with all her might
Dabbing her cheeks with tears, she puts her life into mending clothes

The town seems somehow restless, like something eerie is happening
In front of the bridge, she spotted that person, who is the woman next to him?

Compared to that woman who seems to have fallen from grace, she's a beautiful woman
The green sash matches perfectly, ah, that girl has good taste

But to work hard, she must wield scissors with all her might
While sharpening the scissors, she reveals her true colors

The town suddenly started buzzing, another incident seems to have occurred
With hairpins in hand, she spotted that person, who is the woman next to him?

Giving a yellow hairpin to a girl who seems out of place
What is she trying to do? There's really no sense of propriety

But to work hard, she must wield scissors with all her might
Was the color of the scissors like this? Today, she puts her life into work

Finally, she finished her work
If you won't come for love
I'll go to you from here

In a red kimono, green sash
With a yellow hairpin in my hair
Have I become the woman you desire?
Am I beautiful?

Today, the whole town is in an uproar, this time a man was involved
With this, a family of four seems to have fallen into something

Even so, people can be cruel, saying things like 'Nice to meet you, hello'
It's like they're strangers, it's like they're strangers

But to work hard, she must wield scissors with all her might
The more she sharpens the scissors stained red, the better they cut