The young boy was full of art and used his brush to render the softness of the sunset.
Will the beautiful scenes and memories contained in the scenes all disappear one day?
We are all stars, hanging high in the black night sky, working hard to emit our humble light. When the evening wind blows, will you see that trembling figure, flickering and blurring? No one knows how much they want to be warm in their hearts. Facing the violent storm, my already fragile soul was wet and cool for the first time.
Destiny has no way to protect their passing. Perhaps only at the moment it slips into the starry sky, mankind can discover the beautiful hope it once had. Either silently wishing, or shaking their heads sadly.
Will someone ask them one day, are you happy...
They seek this answer, with perseverance at its seemingly glorious peak.
But no one knows - what they want.
If someone asks one day:
The comfort of leaping into the air
and
The endless abyss after that
What would you choose?