I pass through the usual ticket gates,
Take that slightly dim elevator up.
Outside, the familiar electric town appears —
The place where I was born and raised.
The view I see now isn’t quite the same
As the one from my childhood days,
But the air I breathe for the first time in a while
Is still the same… a little smoky, a little rough.
It wasn’t always full of good things,
But this town holds so many memories.
Raised by a mother who did it all on her own —
Her strength hurts my heart in a good way now.
I wonder if I’ve become
Someone you and this place, Ebisu-chō,