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以前的草稿

又翻出来画完了

小猫都送出去了

猴子又开始思春

Tim. For you, my heart...
Ripped from my chest
Eviscerated,
I am.
And if I could,
I would plunge my fingers...
"through my chest and rip out my heart
and give it to you
A pulpy mess...

...of morbid diathesis."

"In addition to my heart,
there are some small organs that want to give you:
glands...
sweetbreads...
variety meats

I'm offering these gifts.

- Rare gifts.

-  I know that they don't amount to much in the face of what you've given me.

- I've heard these organs can't survive outside the body for more than a few hours.

-  But I'll try to get there as soon as I can.

-  Whatever happens,it will be on me.

- On my heart.
这段话我反复听到简直可以背下来，但到了真正能用并想用的时候，又随着口水吞了下去。