The Ninth Match

The first match opened the box of memory, from the raging flame until it turned into ashes, and his eyes began to become blurry. He never lit the remaining matches. Whenever his heart was as calm as water, and whenever the clues of memory attacked his soul, he waited for the next match to disappear in the sky. In the firelight, the beauty, family affection, love, brotherhood and the ups and downs of the past were reappeared in the firelight. It wasn't until he struck the eighth match that he hesitated. The feeling of pain and happiness seemed no longer obvious, tears could no longer squeeze out of his eyes, and his heartbeat became slower. The last match in the box trembled slightly, and the fuel that supported him only had the last three minutes. He was restless. He found that this world did not belong to him, he had no real happiness, and only the light of fire could bring him hope...