赤い月
Bloody Moon
Why the Red Moon?
I will little talk about it.
My face seemed like my mother.
My blood type was same as my father.
The memory of blood that cannot be cut off
It is the beginning of everything.
My father, he looked me as my mother,
My mother, she looked me as my father.
My heart screams, red tears and dyes the white moon.
When the moon is dyed red, I’m fear what may be happening.
Please tell me “You are not wrong. You just be yourself.”
When the moon is dyed red, it overflows with desire that I want to be loved somebody me.
If how much my blood shed, I will be able to born again.
I got the “hunting” of photography.
My hunting should be choice that the more cruel feeling, the more beautiful.
Hunting, hunting, and I will hunting all things…
Under the light of the red moon, I will be mad-happy and offering sacrifices.
Tonight is also the red moon
What do people think of just when white things are red?
