In my childhood days, I'd be struck by the things around,
I stopped by the second floor of the Hagi-tei tavern.
And lapsed into sorrowful musings.
Shrubs grew thick in the tei's garden,
But that waitress of long ago, I wonder if she's still there or no.
Hers was a name I'd inscribed with pencil
Upon bannisters, in days gone by.