The curtain fell and the night fell. Locking myself deeply in the darkness, my heart kept trembling, pinching, and cutting it severely... The blood flowed, but I didn't feel it. Bandages can't help the wound heal. After being hurt again and again, am I destined to be hurt by others? Life has no color, nothing. Because life cannot be rehearsed, can it be repeated? Can it? I asked myself and my heart. What exactly? How did I become like this? Maybe it's time to say goodbye. Goodbye to this black and white world. I'm really stupid to admit it, and I'm really sorry to admit it. But, there is really no way. When I closed my eyes, I saw a shooting star streaking across the night sky quickly. I caught it tightly... Because only I could touch that meteor, only I could see it. It was a shooting star in a dream. A shooting star that cannot make a wish can only make a promise to it and make a promise to it. When I lost everything, when I was about to end my life... It was that shooting star that recolored my life. The memory slowly fades away, and that moment does not end in this second... It ends.