Stopped at the station, I look, then think,
I'd like to live in Hino,
near that girl with tarantula bangs,
near the top of a brick-ringed hill.


I'd like to live in Hino
and watch the Tama flow.


Up those brick-paved hills
children climb after school.


The Tama River flows
past a factory.
There children after school
hide their secrets under stones.


Near the factory
water fowl swim,
their meals hidden under stones.
They feed, I suppose, and make their plans
to go where the water's less foul. They swim
past women with tarantula bangs
there to feed the fish. I make my plan
while stopped at Hino--I'll look here, I think.