Turn on the match light.
Hans Christian Andersen's "The Little Match Girl" is a poor girl who died on the street while trembling in the cold on Christmas Day in my childhood memory.
So my thoughts at that time comforted her because it was fortunate to get out of the painful life if the warmth of the moment the match was burning made her fall into a happy dream.
But one day in my life, when the match was miraculously lit, the whole story came to me as a twist.
The match she brightened was an opportunity to announce that the world she believed to be real and the world she believed to be a dream had been reversed, and the actual match made of wood was burned and ashes by a fire that did not exist.
The miracle of enlightenment that the warmth of the moment was the whole was a trace of her incomprehensible happy smile left behind her death.