"The world is like the sand on this beach, there is so much that no one cares how much there is. Perhaps some people are born to be the protagonists of this world, and they shine brightly. Some people are the protagonists in their own stories, and they move forward silently. I have heard countless people's stories, and I I have witnessed people's joys and sorrows, but I can't see where I am. People like me who have lost themselves will never become the "protagonist" no matter what. Originally, I could just continue to survive in a deserted corner..."
The story of an ordinary boy, a person who is like a narrator in other people's stories.
Intention: "The end of the world is coming soon, let's plant trees."