You always envy the brilliance of

others: some people are born with

the aura of a protagonist, some

can easily seize opportunities

with just one hand, while you

seem to always stand in the shadow,

even the shadow appears thin.

But you know what? Although the

light of fireflies is weak, they

can draw unique trajectories in

the dark night; When stars hide

behind clouds, they never lose

their ability to shine - the light

on your body may be hidden in a

corner you haven't noticed yet,

waiting to be illuminated by yourself.

The 'ordinary' that you overlook

are actually fragments of light:

it is the tenderness of squatting

down to comfort a lost child, the

kindness of leaving a light for a

stranger at night, and the

stubbornness of standing up for the

eleventh time even if you fall ten

times. These tiny rays of light may

not be as dazzling as the sun, but

they can warm a specific corner,

just like moonlight cannot

illuminate the entire de

You always envy the brilliance of

others: some people are born with

the aura of a protagonist, some

can easily seize opportunities

with just one hand, while you

seem to always stand in the shadow,

even the shadow appears thin.

But you know what? Although the

light of fireflies is weak, they

can draw unique trajectories in

the dark night; When stars hide

behind clouds, they never lose

their ability to shine - the light

on your body may be hidden in a

corner you haven't noticed yet,

waiting to be illuminated by yourself.

The 'ordinary' that you overlook

are actually fragments of light:

it is the tenderness of squatting

down to comfort a lost child, the

kindness of leaving a light for a

stranger at night, and the

stubbornness of standing up for the

eleventh time even if you fall ten

times. These tiny rays of light may

not be as dazzling as the sun, but

they can warm a specific corner,

just like moonlight cannot

illuminate the entire de