Every time I hear the sound of the cicadas, I envision Kujukuri Beach
I let go of the wrinkled hand of my grandmother, and visit the pleasure quarters alone.
My mama is the Queen of this place, a living picture of me.
Though I’m a child, everyone extends a hand to me, pulling me into the pleasure quarters.
The Queen went missing, and left me as I turned 15 years old
I bet she’s living with the guy who came by every Friday.
“All that rises must fall”
When I learned the meaning of those words, I was setting foot in the pleasure quarters.
Though I hate that woman who disappeared, it’s summer now
so I revere the name of the queen proudly.
I’m selling only myself as I become a woman.
I will lose everything when I want for sympathy.
Coming out of the east exit at JR (Japan Railway) Shinjuku Station,
that’s my courtyard, the Entertainment Kingdom Kabuki-cho.
From tonight onward in this town, I, once the queen’s daughter, am now queen.