I have been sick all over my body since I was born. Perhaps because I had too many illnesses, people thought I would not live long and were a drag, so I was abandoned when I was two years old. I forgot how I got there at that time. I only know that every night my body felt like I was suffocating when I was soaked in water. As I grow older, I have more and more diseases. I am getting stronger and stronger. If this layer of my human skin were torn off, all that would be left would be the diseases. I would be like a petri dish. I hate it! Why does heaven treat me like this? Why am I the only one like this? Why can't the world of this world tolerate me? Why do I have to live on like this? Why is it like this! I want to mess up the world like this!
Intention: "Disease and misfortune serve as a mirror to reveal the falseness of the world; a broken body serves as a boat to cross the river of cause and effect. It is not for revenge, but to use the decay of one's own body to prove the unkindness of heaven and earth. Eventually, the pure and the turbid will flow together, and the world will return to its original chaos."