A candle is exactly like a life. It gets brighter as it continues to burn, just as you experience more love as you go through life. But inevitably, the fire on the candle goes out. Just like we will one day. There’s smoke for a few moments, just as theirs people who carry on our memory. Then the smoke is gone. There’s no evidence the candle was ever lit. Just as one day, no one will ever know we existed. We’re all just flames in a cycle of life.