Whenever there is a power failure, that thin candle becomes a bright messenger at home. In the dark night, only this little light brings us warmth and light. Wax oil rolled silently into the tray. It was shortened by another section. Knowing that death is near, he still burns standing.
Dust can't hide its essence, and its spirit can't be forgotten when it dies. A slender candle, a burning flame and a holy heart are more valuable than anything else.
Candles, shining life. Candles piled at the foot, it is not afraid; Wax oil drops, it ignores; It doesn't care if the fire burns to the end of life. Isn't this spirit admirable and moving?
I love you, candle! You light up the darkness and my heart!