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?

赤い月

なぜ赤い月なのか　少しだけ話そう

母に生き写しの我が姿

父より継がれた我が血の類い

断ち切ることができない血の記憶

それが全ての始まり

父は我に母を重ね

母は我に父を重ねた

我が心の叫びは赤き涙となり

白い月も染める

月が赤く染まる時

何かが起こりそうな不安な想いに駆られる

この身を強く抱きしめて

大丈夫だと言って欲しい

月が赤く染まる時

誰よりも愛して欲しいと

言葉にならない情念が溢れる

どれほど　我が血を流せば

生まれ変わることができるのだろう

写真という「狩り」を覚えた

残酷な想いほど美しく

狩って　狩って　狩り尽くして

赤い月の光の下　嬉々として　獲物をかざそう

今宵もまた　赤い月

白いものが赤いというだけで

人は何を思うのだろう