A flashlight.
No.

Crackling wires.
No.

A lighter.
No.

Stars.
Yes.
Looking up at the sky, those must be stars.

I'm sitting on top of an abandoned building, gazing at the stars.

To be honest, the idea that I enjoy stargazing is a misunderstanding.
The truth is, I just didn’t have anything else to do.
There’s nothing easier than looking up at the sky.

They say when people die, they become stars.
But that only applies to famous people, doesn’t it?
If I became a star, then maybe Shihu, far away, …