2015.7.30
"The crying swallow flies at dawn.
The sun’s radiance is also very sad.
Even the sound of the wind...
Pierces a stony heart.
Ideal for a burning cheek,
There’s a frozen asphalt bed.
I don’t need a silver needle
To mend a shredded flag.
I will file my nails in the dark.
This is our battle ground.
A silent battle front.
A crying swallow flies at dawn.
In the streets at daybreak,
Leaves flutter in the wind.
I throw a tiny flame
Towards burning crimson blood
In any barren field.
Burn the dawn
Burn the street dawn!
This is a fire.
Oh fire, this is...
Our battle ground.
This is a fire,
Oh fire, this is...
Our silent battle front. "
From "Ecstasy of the Angles"
(directed by Koji Wakamatsu)