I am a cactus and I have a little boy that I love very much. He found me in the desert and asked me to join him on his journey. I was so happy that I pulled out all the thorns all over my body for fear of hurting his hand. But without the thorns, I can't resist the invasion of wind and sand. I am in pain, very painful. "It doesn't matter, as long as the little boy didn't get hurt because of me." But slowly, it was not the wind and sand that stung me, but the little boy. I cried silently and turned the thorn towards myself silently. Later, I eventually died because I had no weapons to protect myself. "Will he cry for me? He should, after all, we cherish and care about each other so much." The little boy put my cold body on the ground and continued on the unknown journey, looking for the rose of his love. My body is gradually being swallowed by the sand. No one will remember a cactus without thorns, and no one will cry for me.
Purpose: Sometimes I miss you but you still have to live a good life and look forward