I was born in a dark corner, a seed abandoned by the warmth of the world. I don't know the warmth and sweetness of the world, but I know the pain and dangers of the world. I am a grain of dust, scattered by the wind, and wherever the wind blows, it is my past. The world treats me coldly, but I give back to the world full of blood. The world gave me black and white, so I sprinkled that bright red into the sky.
Dark belly, poisonous tongue attack × depression, meekness
Intention: love