"Stepping on the forest of flowing fireflies, looking into the dream of prayer.
Even if there is no craving, it is turned on.
Accompanied by the chirping of insects and birds…"
“Nothing, just a song to sing.”
Lylia watches the sky and continues singing.
“It’s a wonderful day right?Daddy and mommy.”
“Today is Lylia’s birthday, but you can’t appear here.”
“That fine… you are the best parents.”
“Wish you also a happy birthday and good night, daddy.” 
