Genius poet Ishikawa Takuboku moves to Tokyo with the help of an upperclassman of his, Kindaichi Kyousuke. Enraptured by both drink and women, Takuboku finds himself perpetually out of money. One day, the two men decide to drop by Asakusa and find themselves primary witnesses to a murder. The victim, Tatsukichi, worked in the home of Oguri, the head clerk to the Arakawa mines. When the murder weapon and a letter of accusation written by Tatsukichi are discovered, Oguri is arrested for the crime, but Takuboku isn't convinced...
Now that I think about it, detectives 
and poets might have a lot in common.
على ذكرِك للأمر، قد تكون هُناك أمور مُشترَكة
كثيرة بين المُتحرّيين والشُّعراء
Wenn ich so darüber nachdenke, sind Poeten
und Detektive vielleicht ähnlicher Natur.
Ahora que lo pienso,
Ahora que lo pienso,
À bien y réfléchir,
A rifletterci bene,
Pensando bem, detetives e
poetas têm muito em comum.
А ведь если подумать... 
у детективов и поэтов много общего.