What impact will childhood memories have on a person's future? Is it a distorted black nightmare, or is it the cold but soft hands in the dream. Of course, the young children have no way of knowing their future. They look up at the desolate white moon in the sky in the deserted city. The children's games seem innocent but cruel. Maybe children are cruel in nature, so they can grow up in the ruins with difficulty, and then learn to be happy or sad. What is falling on the city reflected in the white moon is raindrops... Snowflakes... Blood... Or tears...