I love my home and I know I love it. But I can't help but be interested in places other than home, because I never leave home. I want to look outside, I want to know the world beyond this forest where I live.

I can't go out, but he can, and every time he goes out, I stay at home alone for a long time...... Until he returns. He never described things outside to me, he only brought me food from outside. And I just seem to need food......

Food is a must, but I don't just have a stomach pouch, I also have something called a head around my neck. I want to know what I want to know, even if I'm going to die......

I've never left my home, he won't let me leave home no matter what, he protects me, in the midst of endless danger, protects me. So, I know, at least he thinks it's dangerous outside of home.

But I still want to go out, rush out of the high wall, shuttle between the unknown, I yearn for ...... So, I rushed to my longing...... I went out with him.

It's a bit unusual...... He's a little bit unusual, in fact he does this day every year, and although I don't know what it's for, I noticed it, and to be honest, I care very, very much about him, his every move: he's happy...... He was not happy...... What he likes...... What he didn't like...... I always look at him...... I watched him look at my aunt too......

I walked, followed him, far away, he was better than me, he could hear the heartbeat of outsiders far away, and I couldn't. So I was far away from him, and I didn't want him to find me. I walked like this, out of the woods, into the town, into the alleys...... Behind the flickering red light.

I'm walking, but I don't know what words to use to describe how I'm feeling right now, I don't know because of the ...... around me In the light and shadow, all the things that are shuttling are fragrant food. I couldn't walk at all, I couldn't take a single step without being useful...... But I still followed him...... I picked up a little kid......

When I threw the child into the gutter, I finally realized that he was not ordinary...... He came to "sweep the grave" for my aunt's sister. The word "tomb sweeping" is what I see in the book, and tomb sweeping is not really tomb cleaning, because I didn't see him sweeping...... I didn't know what a grave was, but I saw him facing a small ...... Mountains, that shape I can only think of something called a mountain, although I have never seen it.

I think he probably noticed me, he turned his head, and he really saw me. He didn't say anything, just took me by the hand and led me to the little "mountain".

In front of the hill there is a small neat stone with words on it......

"What is this?" I asked him.

"It's your mother's grave." He said.

"Is she in there?" I continued to ask.

"Yes." He replied.

"Then why don't you get her out?" I wondered why he always thought about my mother, and his eyes lost their brilliance, but left her alone in that little mountain.

“…… She's dead...... "His voice was weird, and I could hear his voice suddenly turn weird.

“…… She...... What does it look like? I asked...... But I knew he would mention my aunt.

"And ...... Your aunt is very similar. And so he said.

"Is it just a face?" I don't like my aunt, why is my mom dead and she's alive and as long as we are, but I know he likes to look at my aunt's face......

“…… Be. "I know, I know why my aunt is the same as us...... He barely spoke a word to her.

I know. I ran and ran home. I ran so fast that he couldn't catch up...... No one could catch up with me.

I learned where my aunt lived, and not long ago, it turned out that she lived very close......

I came to her house, and she was sitting in front of a mirror...... It's like sitting in front of my mom...... I saw a red light...... The red glow of the lantern......

I pushed the door...... I entered the ...... I picked up the knife on the table...... I walked over to her...... She smiled at me...... I raised my knife......

She was bleeding, dark purple blood coming out of the gash in her neck...... Her head didn't fall off...... Why? Will it fall off with another knife?

Still hasn't dropped...... She just kept bleeding.

How many knives does it take for her head to fall off?

I don't know, he won't let me know...... He came, he grabbed my hand, and I saw the familiar red light......

"What are you doing?" When he asked me, he was asking...... I'm glad he wasn't in a hurry at all.

"Isn't it okay to have only one face? Isn't it just my mother's face? Why are people staying? ”

He didn't say anything, just took my hand and led me away.

I walked next to him, behind the red light, and then I heard my aunt's laughter...... Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and her lips were purple...... She laughs:

"You're like me!" She lay in a pool of blood in the red light.

He pulled me away, he didn't look back, and I didn't look back...... I don't know what happened to her. All I know is that she doesn't come to our house anymore.

But my heart is looking back because I love her lights.

That's my mom's.