The story is about a moth that lives by the light. Throughout the its entire life, the only goal is to follow the light. The moth, believing that light is all it has, rushes desperately towards the firelight. In the flash of the fire, new colours, new shapes and new smells are created. All of which are in the company of moths trampling their dead bones to follow the 'light'. The chemical reaction of 'life and death' as a poignant moment is recorded.
When a moth devotes itself to dry wood and fire, it means that it will slowly disappear in the world, while time will stay in a poignant moment, let the beauty of this moment remain forever, produce new colours between life and chemical reactions, and start another life. The moth will deformat into a new posture and freedom will then be released from bondage to another dimension. Even though it's a moth into the fire, it's beautiful. Moths have a dull colour and a monotonous image. They insist on doing one thing, i.e., to follows a lustrous moment and produce a riot of colours. Moths, using life to undertake themselves and follow 'light', take life to the extreme and form unprecedented possibilities.