A brave man is fearless
---Sophie miles, the language of the wind
A gust of wind blowing through the mountains and forests
It will also hurt my heart
The steps become heavy
In the boundless mud
Inverted flag
Kiss its burial place
And I still choose to move forward
Even if thorns are all over the road
The mudflow engulfed the way home
I don't hesitate
Because the sharpening of blood and fire
I've been cleaned over and over again
