A red sun burns
                                             In a white ocean
                                             On a round planet
                                             A lone island quietly surfaces
                                             
                                             And still, the battle
                                             Never ends...
                                             
                                             Slender buildings
                                             Cram together to form a city
                                             Clashing with the blade of long history
                                             
                                             Who will be the victor?
                                             The close match continues on...
                                             
                                             I love new things
                                             And I love fashionable things even more
                                             I will not be swayed by the minority
                                             Very sorry for the trouble.
                                             
                                             ("I will not say no to handing down
                                             My formal history and traditions.
                                             That much is my wisdom")
                                             
                                             Manners, restraint
                                             And bashfulness are my virtues
                                             Sakura, momiji
                                             The unique flavor of each season
                                             
                                             My flowing, black hair
                                             Will be mustard-colored tomorrow
                                             
                                             After celebrating Christmas
                                             I go to the Shinto shrine to welcome in the new year
                                             This is typical for me
                                             Very sorry for the trouble.
                                             
                                             Get in, get in the bath
                                             And come out, come out, after too long
                                             Get in, get in the bath
                                             And come out, come out, after too long
                                             
                                             I love my kotatsu and mandarins
                                             But I love western writing and cooking even more
                                             I cannot deny my westernization
                                             Very sorry for the trouble.
                                             
                                             I love new things
                                             And I love fashionable things even more
                                             I will not be swayed by the minority
                                             Very sorry for the trouble.