Men and women,
Fat and thin,
Each placed on the chopping board of the friend circle.
Wait for the best offer.
The thought is the knife,
Chopping oneself, one cut at a time.
Fate and impermanence,
Separating you from everything you cherish.
Do you wish to cut yourself off,
Yet fear being severed?
Are you afraid of being severed,
Or the devaluation after being severed?
Please keep quiet.
Please sincerely, honestly.
Wait for the best offer.