If there is a door in this world, even if it is pushed open gently, the warmth inside flows like a firefly. Although I am in a world full of dull black, I still choose to stay in this place because it is the source of the first birth of my memory.
You say Andersen is the greatest liar. His fairy tales always depict the 'bad guys' vividly.
The criticized witch took away the little mermaid's beautiful voice and beautiful long hair.
The bustling duck's nest is always filled with wounds from the ugly ducklings who laugh uncontrollably.
The toad and the mole stole Thumbelina's long dream of joy and happiness.
But.
Don't bad people have their sorrows?
Or sad?