This is the writing level, just like a dandelion.

It is rising and falling, and it is unstable.

...

...

"Dandelion, where are you going?"

"Um...I...I don't know either."

"Then why are you leaving?"

“Isn’t it good to stay here?”

Dandelion is in trouble, "It's good to stay here."

But……

"But...I'm a dandelion..."

Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind blew, blowing the dandelions into the sky.
Chapter completed!