Fire from small matches Falling down to the land where the old fuel wood is located. Houses are packed next to each other, so crowded that the zinc covering each house is leaning on top of the other like an untidy wave. This makes small sparks grow and spread along the fire path more easily and quickly.
No matter how wide its territory is spread It was not as bright as the buildings surrounding this place. Thousands of lights flashed through the glass from the various rooms, giving the building a twinkling star. and almost completely swallowed up the light from this deadly fire. A tall skyscraper…if you look down, all you see here is a small flickering light that has no effect at all.
However, soot, dust, and ashes still spread throughout the air, directionless, only allowing the wind to carry them to a new resting place. Like the lives of the people here after this…
A house...that we think of ourselves as a house. A house… that was never truly owned was destroyed in the blink of an eye one night.
The job of fire is only to burn everything back to the ground once again. to the true owner Waiting for the rebirth of skyscrapers, glittering stars.