There was a child who endured unimaginable grief, as if he had locked himself in a dark and sad box, with no light or sound. Feeling depressed for a long time, he hoped to end this absurd and meaningless time of his own, but he never made up his mind because his kindness and sense of responsibility prevented this from happening. But one day, his soul could not carry this great sadness. His soul took him to one place after another and experienced thirty-two funerals. Through the departures and funerals one after another, he finally understood that darkness and light are always accompanied by life, and there is meaning in life no matter where he is.