Even if it is left in an unnoticed corner, ignored by passers-by, or lightly covered by wind and rain, Clover never feels sorry for itself. It is like a tiny speck of dust. It does not compete with the flowers, nor is it taller than the grass and trees. It just quietly takes root in the soil and quietly stretches its branches and leaves in the inconspicuous gaps. Morning dew nourishes its rhizomes, and evening wind soothes its leaves. Day after day, it silently accumulates strength and quietly grows toward the sun. It is low-key, forbearing, gentle and tough. It does not make public its existence, but it stubbornly blooms with vitality in an ordinary corner. Just like the bond between three people, hidden in the trivial moments of daily life, they rely on and support each other, keep each other warm when they are lonely, and redeem each other when they are in trouble. They are ordinary and small, but they have endless power.
Intention: The redemptive power in the ordinary
