I don't know why I want to write about the lives of two poor people. They are like shadows, living behind those brilliant figures. Their stories may never be known to others, and maybe no one wants to know. When I think about it, I always feel that everyone has their own life. Each piece of their story may not be exquisite enough, but it is chewy and flavorful. I like it so that they can show their kindness without concealing it to get little people. Although they may have a little awkward emotions, they are still very cute, aren't they?