Linglusha: I Bear the Yin

On the day I was born, black frost fell from the sky, and the copper bell in the ancestral hall rang three times. The midwife said that the cinnabar between my eyebrows was a written farewell. Later, I learned that there are yang-destined masters in the world who receive the incense of all peoples; and there are yin-destined masters who inherit the disasters of all generations. And I was born to be the latter. The spirit rat has waited for me for six lifetimes, and its soul breath has almost disappeared. The way it looked at me was not like an animal looking at a human, but like a child who had been lost for a long time and finally found his home. The world only praises those who face the sun and never remembers the night watchman. In this life, it's my turn to remember myself. —— Born to bear the yin, it will be sacrificed for eternity; The whole world is blind, but I am clear. The order of heaven makes me the dark one; My heart is determined, and I am the light. The deer is my soul and I am my Lord. Fate locks me, I break it. In this life, I will not be a sacrifice to heaven and earth, but only be my own destination.