It is his sin to be born, and he is born to be spit upon by others. There is a solitary plum in my hand, and I want to turn it into a flower. When life is not done, everything is impermanent. Looking at the present situation, it is not inactive. The late autumn wind is more waxy than frost and cannot be broken, but the cold plum blossoms have ended and spring is around the corner.
Concept: The ups and downs of an orphan girl's life
