蝦夷
He, Ainu... the aged eagle, He who is old and wrinkled, and tired of pain. Of snow-white beard, of majestic attus, He sharpens his makiri, cross-legged. He trims the deadman’s fingers, and his mind clouds. O toiyan kuttari (Thou who art laid out on the ground) All is good, and I pray. I grow old, and I lament. I am white, already gleaming. I fade ever so soon…
For all the feelings that you gave us - thank you and good luck. ありがとうございました @sui-zakki














