Asphalt rainforest, midsummer night's mirage

The breath of air conditioners, like a beast, breathes life into the city

Neon sign constellations twinkle, stories of Kabukicho

Foreign winds envelop Shin-Okubo, a chaotic scent drifts

A flock of skyscrapers piercing the sky, the inorganic skin of concrete

Shinjuku Station, a labyrinth, like a giant insect nest

I move forward, jostled by the waves of people, a part of this city

The view looking down from the high-rise buildings, like an overturned jewelry box

Even if I feel lonely in the crowd, this city won't let me go

The sound of wind flowing between the buildings, I listen to the silence of the city

The gazes of passing people, each hiding their own stories

Searching for hope for tomorrow, the city continues to shine today

A flock of skyscrapers piercing the sky, the inorganic skin of concrete

Shinjuku Station, a labyrinth, like a giant insect nest

I move forward, jostled by the waves of people, a part of this city

The view looking down from the high-rise buildings, like an overturned jewelry box

Shinjuku, Concrete Jungle, a hotly burning pulse

Shinjuku, Concrete Jungle, beautiful enough to get lost in

Shinjuku, Concrete Jungle, the intersection of dreams and reality

Shinjuku, Concrete Jungle, a city that never sleeps tonight