When there are only shadows in the eyes, even the illusions in the clouds cannot be seen. The blue light slants down. Is this light or moonlight? But it's no longer important. Floating white feathers, the cold light of the sickle. Which angel are you? Which god of death is it? Please take me away, please take me away. Take me to see that other world, take me to see the end of life.
The lonely and desperate soul accepts the cigarette of death, and the soul that has lost hope is fascinated by the smile of the angel.
"You're fine, Mr. Death~"
"Kid..."
Purpose: To realize the beauty of life and the passing moments of life