Hate the light, but involuntarily like the light, and then chase that light.
Rabbits will die if they are too lonely. You told me this, urgently.
"I like you, Ali." The belated confession came to their hands as the gift spanned thousands of years.
You stayed in the distant past, but we kept running towards the future. The footprints that once overlapped suddenly broke apart one day. The goodbye at that time was our lifelong farewell
You are still my light to this day.
Concept: He is my light, and chasing light is the instinct of living things
