Life is like a cigarette, from being lit to being extinguished, it only takes a few snaps of the fingers.
If you are unlucky, the cigarette will be extinguished before it burns out...
Heipi's harsh exclamation sounded from behind. Haimo couldn't help but look back and found that he seemed to be writing something with his mouth wide open.
When he turned around again, a bright light came out——
The body is like a bunch of fragile soot, which is lifted into the air by fingers and draws a short but perfect arc in the air. With the last bit of warmth, it shines once more before dissipating. Even if it is only for a moment, it is the color of life and the final farewell.
Then, willingly turned into ashes...