The Tailor Shop On Enbizaka

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On the corner of Enbizaka 

There is a lady who owns a tailor shop

With fine skills and a good attitude

She is the talk of the neighborhood

But what's always on her mind was

Her lovely person's unfaithful attitude

Even though he has someone like me

He never comes home at all

But I have to concentrate on my work 

I carry my scissors in one hand

These sewing scissors my mother used to use

The more you sharpen them, the better they cut

The neighborhood is the same as always

Ah, it's such a calm and peaceful place

I saw him today at the main street

Who was that girl who was next to you?

With a beautiful red kimono

You seemed to be friendly with that beautiful woman

I couldn't stand the sight of that

So I turned and I left that place

But I have to concentrate on my work

I carry my scissors in one hand 

With my cheeks that are damp with tears

I'll start to tailor the red kimono

The neighborhood seems to be uneasy

It seems like there was a crime the other day

I saw him today in front of the bridge

Who was that girl who was next to you?

You seemed to be depressed today

The girl with green hair was comforting him 

That green sash looks so good on her

Ah, so that's the girl that you like

But I have to concentrate on my work

I carry my scissors in one hand

And with my red swollen eyes

I begin to fix the green sash

Now the neighborhood is growing restless 

It seems like there was a crime the other day

I saw him today in front of the hairpin shop

Who was that girl who was next to you?

That girl seemed way to young

Fir her he bought a yellow hair pin

What on earth are you doing?

You really are despicable 

But I have to concentrate on my work

I carry my scissors in one hand

That strange were my scissors this color?

I'll work very hard again today

I have finally finished the thing I've been working hard on

If you're not going to come to me

Then I guess I'll just have to go and meet you

A red kimono 

A green sash

A yellow hairpin

I pace in my hair

I've become the type of girl you like

How is it? 

Aren't I beautiful?

Now the neighborhood is in chaos 

It seems a man has been murdered

A whole family of four

Has been killed, how tragic is that?

Besides that, the way he was acting was awful

"Hello, it's so nice to meet you," he said

It was like he was talking to a stranger

It was like he forgot who I was

But I have to concentrate on my work

I carry my scissor in one hand

My scissors are dyed a deep red

The more you sharpen them, the better they cut

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