[Indefinitely Lost] Moths Fly into the Flames

"Child, look at her!" My father pulled me over without any explanation, and opened my eyes regardless of my cry. "You have to look at her and remember her. She will be the greatest dancer in the world in the future!" I saw the gurgling lava pouring out of his eyes, and the evil black mud coming out from the depths of his heart. He was so helpless that he almost crushed my wrist. He couldn't hear my cry, couldn't see my resistance. He was like a solidified statue, a loyal believer, looking at the stage dreamingly. I couldn't look away, so I could only look at her with red eyes and shed tears. Hamel, I hate you, Hamel. ---------------------------------- This is the story of another dancer of Hamel's generation. As a contemporary and fellow dancer of Hamel's, she has many special and complex emotions mixed with her. I hope everyone can like this child too. Please watch it with all your heart www. Intention: None