She tries to hold on, to this ribbon that slowly turns into a thread, why is no one helping her?
All she can do is watch, but nothing happens, her wishes, don't come true, the stars lie to her, who else has lied to her?
No one is going to be there when the thread disintegrates, when her dreams fall in the ocean, float into the sky, along with her red balloon.
At least she thinks there will be no one there.