The bright moon is in the sky and the night covers the balcony. There is a man sharpening a shiny razor. A cloud floated to the bright moon, and the man lit a cigarette, lost in thought. What's he thinking? What appears in his mind is the face of a beautiful woman. The man opened the woman's eyelids with one hand and cut her eyes with a razor with the other. The blade cuts across the eyes like a cloud splitting the full moon.
A few years later.
The sun shines on the earth, and the streets are particularly wide because they are empty. A man was riding a bicycle with a square box with a strange pattern hanging on his chest. As if attracted by his bell, the woman in the roadside building put down her book and went to the window, just to see the cyclist fall in the ditch. The woman rushed downstairs, picked up the cyclist covered in mud and gave him a affectionate kiss. The square box that fell to the ground caught her attention.
The woman took the cyclist back to the bedroom and curiously opened the square box, which contained a twill tie. Suddenly, the cyclist on the bed made a frightened sound. He looked at his palm and found that it was covered with black ants. Seeing this horrible scene, the woman covered her mouth in fear.
There is a demonstration in the street. A hermaphrodite is independent of the crowd, and what interests him is the ground-it is a bloody broken hand, which is being fiddled with a cane. There were more and more onlookers, and the police drove away the demonstrators, picked up the broken hand and put it in a box and gave it to hermaphrodite. He looked blankly at the speeding cars coming and going and was finally knocked down. ...
Outside the door is a beautiful beach. When spring comes, a woman and her lover embrace each other and play on the cobblestone coast, getting farther and farther. As time went on, the beach became barren and the sand quickly buried men and women. Without eyes, they are exposed to the sun and insects are hovering around. ...