我思う故に我ありA man in a white suit dances.
As if he is kicking something away.
A man in a white suit sings.
His voice is like a bird's chirp.
He is frustrated by everything that makes him who he is.
He hates being a stripper, the path his respected senpai chose.
He hated the act that had given birth to him.
He hated it.
He thought.
"F**k"
F**k the b***h.
F**k sunflower.
He muttered.
I just hate dirt.
You think like this.
"Shut up, you just like virgins."
He said.
"Oh, just like Báthory Erzsébet, right?"
He laughed.
His laugh echoed through the ruins.
He just laughed.
Another guitarist dies today.