Iˇ¦ve got no heart today. At work I donˇ¦t need a heart.
But I just canˇ¦tˇX Move around my body neatly.
I donˇ¦t laugh, I donˇ¦t cry.
BecauseˇXI gave my heart a vacation. My bodyˇ¦s become very light.
Because Iˇ¦ve got no heart today. Just canˇ¦t pass through the heart.
Iˇ¦ve turned out like this today.
This heart doesnˇ¦t have to work. Unsteady standing, unsteady walking.
The eyes reveal no emotion. Canˇ¦t come out from the heart.
As for myself, see me as the night.
Donˇ¦t have to place it in the body. From where will I emerge?
Eyebrows express nothing. Language conveys no emotion.
As for others, see me as the day.
Place it on windowsill. From the space between two document files?
I will be rational as hair. Words are just expressionless.
Day and night are chaos.
Let it go. In the morning check out the view. Doors are slanted, walls stacked
upon themselves.
All combed in one direction. Broken fluorescent lights donˇ¦t matter, broken
clocks donˇ¦t matter.
Blow the blackness of the night into the day.
In the afternoon take a nap. The manager says: ˇ§Come out. Come out of your
heart.ˇ¨
Guide the wind in one direction. The 9-to-5-ers are busy as usual.
Blow the whiteness of the day into the night.
Not passing through my heart.
Not coming out from the heart.
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