A stranger runs
Through the field, through the rainfall
Raging glance and mind race fear
Content grin, swords blink
He is the winner
And the light in the eyes gets dimmer
The night falls
Black doves cover the sunlight
Spending time with geishas and wine
In the bar
She's not dead, cold knife in her hand and
Shadow's lost guard, death shard
Glimmering bright
Look in her eyes,
Bad disguise, stray witness
Problem solved, night mold
Into her lips
Wiped cold clean
Killing machine soaked in red water
Lightning strike, another rainy night in Kyoto