Born in the wilderness, resting on the sky and the earth, worshiping the clouds in the wild.
I like the cloud because it can come and go freely and no one can catch it.
One day I discovered that when humans talk about clouds, they don't describe them as freedom, but as wandering and helpless.
Later, my free-roaming rose cloud found a home, named Xiezhou.
Text third person
Concept: Survival in the wilderness is difficult, and roses should have thorns.
