I - with my eyes burning more stronger than Robert De Niro's in "The Taxi Driver", my heart not more restless than a solder boy facing death in the battleline - started the engine of the bike I stole. Tension within myself made me high. Leading a life filled with rules is not a bad way. But, to be free, to be an outsider - that suits me, man. I heard footsteps approaching. "Hell with it! Like a hungry wolf, I climbed up the wall. I left my bike and ran away.
--- Ozaki Yutaka, [The Night]
(He was born on Nov 29 in 1965 and died Apr 25 1992. He lived for 9645 days and wrote 61 tunes and 6 albums)