My story is a rogue escaping from soldiers of corruption.

My story is an introduction to society’s disruption.

My story is an individual with simplicity to complexity,

Finding oneself through all these “laws” so desperately.

Perhaps, my story is through riddles of destiny.

My story is a fight for a chaotic liberation,

Uniting under a dream, establishing a foundation.

My story is breaking the corruption’s formation.

My story is to help others escape from harsh reality.

My story is to ensure a new freedom from under the birch tree.

My story so far ends with winter’s plant, but I myself will strive for many plans.

Although, we are all different plants with different life spans.

We all come from different seasons with loving guardians.