She came from the dust and thought that no one would be her salvation. Even she couldn't believe it. She was used to lowering herself to the dust, and no beautiful flowers could bloom in the dust. In this world where the strong are respected, she has never thought of relying on the strong. She has never been a delicate flower, not the standard match of the so-called strong. However, luckily she met someone, and it turned out that someone would really pull her out of the dust. She was born in the dust, but she also bloomed a different flower.
Intention: I want to give myself a reason to persevere