I seek light in the dark night.
I was struggling in the swamp. Longing to touch the traces left by the sun.
Desire to find reality in this illusory world.
But it has been too long, and time will not be kind to me.
All that was left was hysteria.
It's ridiculous, the white spots don't want to leave color on the black paper.
The darkness sheds light, which seems to be able to break the traces of darkness
After a long time, nothing changed, the hut was still dilapidated.
Can't be found, can't leave any trace of light.
Not at all.
Concept: The definition of light here