After the fish was disemboweled, it was still struggling and dancing on the chopping board.
Just to splash the bloody water stains into the eyes of the knife wielder.
Its mouth opened and closed, spitting bubbles.
Dear, will you join me?
Just one song.
Dedicated to you,
My last dance.
The fish's eyes were open.
Baby, please make your decision quickly.
Because I'm about to die.
Intention: A moth flies into the flame, willingly