Made in U.S.A.

To take things
which belong to Richard back,

I went a place
which I known from others

In a sunny afternoon,
Which is a perfect time
for color photography.

A stranger said to me
"Go to the garage and check"

But his northern accent was
Nearly the same with the typist
who had work with him.

Where am I?
I feel like passing through
countless countries which is bathing in blood.

A war is war like.
No matter what it is called,
It is still a war.
However, does life
Could be called a war?
Does only fewer killing
than a war...

... makes the rule of life?
Where is here?
What's the matter,sister?
I'm talking about you!
Was he in the hospital
of the army that time?