"Do you think we can get out of here?"
"Yes."
"It's a pity that I'm not from this planet... I can't turn into a flower to accompany you." He lay down, and bright spots of light appeared, "Let me accompany you." The figure gradually disappeared and turned into a firefly.
"You are so cruel, leaving me alone in this world without knowing where to go." He stood in the rain, crying in a lonely and helpless voice.
We have to pick up sharp weapons and let our hands be stained with blood, just to create a future.
Intention: I am born toward the sun, but grow in the dark.