"A balloon called life"
Life is very light.
If we do nothing, life will fly away into the sky.
Life is something with a very, very light mass.
Now, wherever we go, we carry the balloon called life.
We hold it in our hands as if it is very precious.
Just like a small child holds a balloon.
So that the balloon will not fly away for some reason.
Everyone around is watching.
That is what it means to live.
Whether it dies early or not, it is simply the hand that is holding the balloon having let go.
Life has flown away into the sky.
The thing that holds the balloon tightly in your hand to keep it from flying away, and the thing that weighs it down, is sometimes so stubborn that it clings to the ground.
Like a boxer who gets up again and again, despite being covered in wounds, determined not to lose.
No matter how many times he is punched, he gets up again and again and fights.
So that the balloon of life won't fly away to some faraway place no one knows.
Yuri, the crossdresser
