Toes bump on white ribs,
The dance steps are trembling.
The bones are broken.
The tendons are wrapped under the transparent skin,
Blood flow is blocked.
Thoughts are flying.
Looking at each other across the room is unreal.
Yin and Yang are on both sides, you and I are not in between.
Holding hands again and again, confirming again and again.
Do you love me? Don't I love you?
Do I love you? Don't you love me?
Seriously, pile up the corpses in your heart.
You ask me, "Why do I have you?"
I promise you, "To take you with me before I die."