Perhaps it was God's will that he was born with a red phoenix flower on his forehead. His parents named him "Phoenix" dotingly. He likes to wear red clothes and red headbands. He likes to follow him. He is like a beautiful phoenix, perched on the sycamore tree.
Perhaps it was God's will. At the age of fourteen, he caught him, dressed in red, as he fell from a tall tree. The phoenix flower on his forehead was like a holy brand, imprinted on his young heart. His country was so big that it could accommodate the whole world; his heart's prison was so small that only a small phoenix could be imprisoned.
Intention: I want the world, and I also want you.