Stains of the Heart: Black

There is a small dot like ink.
Oh, dear.
Hey, what is this?
Ah, that? That is a stain of the heart.
I wonder how I can get it off?
You should probably get it removed with a stain-removal laser soon.
Understood.
Now, it's back to normal.
Oh, it's in another place again...
As I watch, they keep surfacing from underneath, slowly spreading.
Hey, you, is that a stain?
Yes, it is.
I had it removed with a laser, but it came back, so I have no choice but to laugh.
It can't be helped.
This is a stain, that is a stain, I can only laugh.
As I spend my time laughing at the stains, they start to fall off, one by one.
They are falling off, falling off.
But they've peeled off too much, and it seems to be drying out.
It's starting to get dry and flaky.
You shouldn't force yourself to laugh.
Then, what should I do?
Just leave it as it is, just as it is.
There's a stain.
I'm sad.
That's all you need.
You shouldn't struggle with anything.
Accept it.
Eventually, the stains will slowly spread more and more,
and the white parts and the black parts will reach a good balance.
Having both is just fine.
There's a stain championship coming up.
I'm going to enter it.
My stain has a nice flavor, though maybe it's a little lacking.
When you get to be my age, you should try entering the championship too.
Until then, make sure you cherish your stains.
If you do that, I bet you'll develop a stain with a nice flavor.