Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He was very sad because he couldn’t see. As he was living his miserable life, he kept getting more and more sad. Desperation grew in his soul and he tried to put an end to this situation. He decided he wanted to fly. He set up a rope and a chair. He lift off about 50 centimeters of the ground and he stopped. His world stopped. In a flash, he stopped existing. He was gone, but he achieved his dream. He managed to fly. And he is still flying. Right now he is flying and he is happy. He is finally happy.
each time a man falls, a star makes a wish?