The summer sky is filled with shards of cloud, and when the context of perception is lost, life ceases to exist. The feeling of delusion is compelling, however, there is a constant threat of the sun's rays penetrating the clouds.
During the periods when my life feels like a barren wasteland, I'm more likely to play the sunflower role. It hurts my eyes to look at the way the colors are intertwined in such a delicate pattern. A Sunflower that is facing the Flaming Sun and persisting in its growth inspires me. This plant stands tall even in the heaviest rain.