Just write whatever you want.
It was just that the night was too dark and the moonlight was too soft.
He still couldn't convince himself.
Just kept going around and around.
Just going in circles in his world.
Never came close.
That's good, that's good.
Such negative, decadent and extravagant expectations.
But he took his hand and walked towards the light.
He was his extraditer and everything he didn't want to share in this life.
Concept: The process of redemption for a traumatized person.