Life and Transformation

Showers ravaged the ruined village, lightning was accompanied by thunder, and the midwife in the hut was operating in an orderly manner. A muffled thunder sound and the baby's cry pierced the entire night sky. From this moment, the gears of fate were turned on. I was born in a remote mountain village. Although it is a prejudice of the world that bad habits arise in remote areas, the people there are open at night and the people are simple. People who were born in the mountains yearn for the scenery behind the mountains. "Hometown" is like a bird's nest. Birds will always leave the nest when they grow up, with some reluctance, helplessness, and also yearning.