My mother said that everyone has an exquisite heart with seven orifices.
Do I have one too?
I dissected my heart very calmly, and then ground it with my blood-stained hands, very finely, as if it would be blown away by the wind. I'm calm. I am determined. I eat the crumbs of my own heart. Feel the final strong throbbing. With my blood, it flows throughout my body.
The beauty that cannot continue, I choose to completely forget.
I will always be so determined.
Is there anyone as outrageous as me?
If possible, I would like to give you my exquisite heart with seven orifices.
Let it replace me and accompany you all the way.