I grew up with the expectations of thousands of families, and the hope, sustenance, nostalgia, piety, and joy that people brought kept me burning.
Later, my coat was eroded by the wind and became shabby, and I also became muddy. Is it my fault? Yes, I have brought abilities and sins that should not exist. I am floating and floating in this world, waiting for the last time to burn out.
I have lit a fire in my heart, I hope you will treat me well
Concept: Even a small amount of light can ignite hope