When I was very young, I squatted by the river alone and thought, "Why is my village so high?"
I finally found out that having a father who loved gambling and a man who favored boys over girls could not be so high.
The village teacher wrongly accused me of cheating in the exam. My family was very poor and I couldn't get enough money to pay for my tuition...
I said, why is life so fucked up, why are the hard times never ending?
They thought that every word they said to me would pin me down in the mountains.
I thought the wounds given to me would rot and stink
Little do you know, the flowers that bloom in suffering are more beautiful
Wings that fly to the blue sky grow from the wound, and the sharp blade that stabs me strengthens my wings.
I stood high in the sky and looked at the past. It turns out that you are all an egg...
Mission: Inspirational and optimistic