"There are many glass houses in the Banwan Village, so I picked up the bodies of many dead butterflies.

Broken, fragile, with the wind breaking its wings.

The sun on the plateau is very dazzling, shining, the glass disappeared in the strong sunlight, the butterflies trapped inside did not stop flapping their wings. They could not see the glass, and they could not fly out, so they were exhausted and died. Silent in death."