It is finally time
Time to meet him
In my best outfit; red kimono, green say, yellow hairpin
Clutching my scissors, I set out onto the streets of Enbizaka
At the bridge, there he is
I come up behind him, and when he turns around
I see his eyes; they are tired, sad
Maybe if you didn't go with all those woman, you would feel better
By the way, what happened to them?
I may never now
But he says "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you," like this was
Our first meeting
But then, he sees my outfit, and his eyes widen
Isn't it lovely? Aren't I beautiful?
Wait, where are you going? Come back!
I am behind him, and reach out-
And he collapses
"I'll forgive you tomorrow. You shall sleep outside tonight,"
My, look how late its gotten!
I must hurry home
And, with my oddly red-painted scissors
I must concentrate on my work