Hunter’s Diary

I used to face people as if they’re American bears.
But my girl was like a spotted hyena.
She looks at me like I’m a mean.
Something harassed her for a million years.
I’m already able to treat her with my M16.
Except that lovers lose their guts by no mean.
Her eyes can keep her image as she’s.
Even if she were born before Jeanne.
Reflecting the pretty spirit which is the first in the scene.