Maeda Yuki/Tokyo, Yoimachigusa

Tokyo, Yoimachigusa
(Tokyo, Evening Primrose)

Maeda Yuki

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Warau ebisu ni kite kichijouji Kakeru kooru wa roppongi Sora ni nagareru hoshi no kazu yori Nagasu denpa no ooi machi Naomi kinou wa ocha shita dake toka Kazue yoake ni wakareta to Hashaginagara hanasu wa no Nakama ni narezu tomadou bakari yo Atashi yume dake wa sutetakunai no Jun na ikikata wa hayaranai kedo Warau ebisu ni kite kichijouji Kakeru kooru wa roppongi Toukyou, yoimachigusa Saisho shinjuku sandome wa sangenjaya Kondo ikou ka ikebukuro Hiru no kao nado sarari kigaete Shoo windoo ni utsusu machi Natsukashii ano oka yori mo takai Biru no tanima ni kyou mo ite Hade na chirashi me wo sorashi Mada kaerenai furusato omou yo Touchan kaachan genki de imasu ka Itsuka hana ni nari ai ni kaeru ne Saisho shinjuku sandome wa sangenjaya Kondo ikou ka ikebukuro Toukyou, yoimachigusa Atashi yume dake wa sutetakunai no Jun na ikikata wa hayaranai kedo Warau ebisu ni kite kichijouji Kakeru kooru wa roppongi Toukyou, yoimachigusa

I come to Ebisu smiling, to Kichijoji Calling someone in Roppongi There are more radio waves in this city Than stars in the sky I had tea with Naomi yesterday Left Kazue at dawn I play around, but still I hesitate Unable to fit in with the circle of chatting friends I just don't want to throw away my dreams Though it's not popular to live a pure life I come to Ebisu smiling, to Kichijoji Calling someone in Roppongi Tokyo, evening primrose The first time was Shinjuku, the third time was Sangenjaya Maybe next time I'll go to Ikebukuro The town changes into its daytime face Reflected in the show window Between the buildings Taller than that old, nostalgic hill I look away from the showy fliers Thinking of my hometown, to which I can't yet return Dad, Mom, I hope you're doing well Someday I'll bloom and come back to see you The first time was Shinjuku, the third time was Sangenjaya Maybe next time I'll go to Ikebukuro Tokyo, evening primrose I just don't want to throw away my dreams Though it's not popular to live a pure life I come to Ebisu smiling, to Kichijoji Calling someone in Roppongi Tokyo, evening primrose