Poetry, a red heart, if I take my heart out, I'm afraid of being pecked by a hateful bird.

The story of the heart, our left side supports our life. There is a secret on our left. Put your hands on your left chest. I can feel my joys and sorrows growing with me. I can't see your face. However, I have unlimited imagination. You are the shape of a peach heart, representing my shy love and sweet fantasy. You are in the shape of a ball, representing the happiness of my youth, looking up at the sky. You are the shape of a petal, representing my dream when I was young. Your carving is exquisite and crystal clear. You are my baby, my heart. You are a peaceful, stable and happy life on my left. You clap happily. If you can't feel me, you won't be sad. If you are not curious, I won't take you out. The blood is flowing in the quiet night. You're lying in my hand. I am curious. I feel your presence. But ah, without that warm chest and soft you, you can't stand the wind and frost at all. I took out my heart, and your heart gradually slowed down. The moment the crow hiding in the dark sees you, "Ah!" Let out a scream, and an unknown object passed you and disappeared. Only the hole in your chest and the blood on the ground prove that you have appeared. I lost you. If you don't have a chest, you will get hurt and be seen by many people. If I can get you back, I will never take you out again, and I won't let you get hurt.