At the end of the night, will a phoenix rise in the wind?
In front of all the people in the world,
Before the organs are exhausted,
Under the lies and deceptions, under the hope, under the unwillingness to give up regrets
Perhaps, the phoenix soaring in the cold night should go to its destiny, with blood and tears, regret and guilt, helplessness and hesitation, sadness and pain, and your love.
I will use my flesh and blood to offer you peace in Kyushu.
You must live well on this land with my heart in mind.
Nothing to think about, just write it down and take a look.