Like flowers and plants growing against the light, carrying the moisture and darkness from the shadow side, struggling desperately to find the sunlight leaking in little by little.
Struggling, but unable to change, because the roots are here, it is a matter of origin, and there is no choice. As a seed that is not perfect and is randomly discarded into a dark corner, this kind of bloodline root, the bloodline that cannot be eliminated at all, becomes a stain and defect that cannot be erased or reversed in life.
Longing, uncontrollable longing for the sun, but often only a few scattered beams of light, but even so, because of the warmth of this beam of light, I still look forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the light, with a silly, simple, childish persistence.
————Reverse birth