Maybe the abyss holds secrets. A person is originally a black hole and a person's heart is like an abyss. The abyss may be black or colorful, but there are many secrets buried in the abyss.
I dislike garlic-flavored watermelon and no one asks me to go home for dinner. I am not good, so I don't have a mother.
My poor self-esteem didn't allow me to bow my head like my father, so I didn't even want to call him dad, so I became unlearned and unskilled in my father's eyes, so I didn't have a dad either.
If everyone were one color, then I would be black.
Intention: love yourself