Under the eaves that are always shrouded in darkness, there are old and new scars hidden on my back and right leg.
The scars hidden under clothes, the fear of losing control in the middle of the night, and the moments of supporting each other are intertwined in the light and shadow of the eaves to form the most realistic picture of the world - the pain may not disappear completely, but every old mark will eventually be covered with tenderness, and the once broken time will be slowly mended into a stable daily life with companionship.
Intention: The pain may not completely disappear, but eventually every old trace will be covered with tenderness, and the once broken time will be slowly mended into a stable daily life with companionship.