He has been fighting against a huge invisible wall his entire life.
Use the wrong bricks and stones to build a high wall of dignity.
From "bad boy" to prisoner,
No one heard the muffled sound of his fist hitting the wall.
Until that sunflower seed that never sprouted,
In the barren soil under the bars,
Break through the hard reality,
A thin but stubborn green bud was born.
He finally understood——
Some light is not far away,
And at the moment of bending over the soil;
Some salvation does not lie in forgiveness,
And in reconciling with oneself.
This is not a story about failure;
This is a story about searching.
In a wrong life,
Searching for that last bit of true meaning.
