[Urban daily life + urban emotion + sadomasochism + first love + BE aesthetics]
The beautiful thing is eighteen years old, not my eighteen years old.
It is said that boys only fall in love once, but how many experiences does it take for a boy to grow up?
In the past, I loved others more than myself; in the future, I only loved myself; in the end, I loved others and myself, and then I loved the world.
This article uses flashback techniques to tell the story of how I changed from a pure love god of war to a scumbag and then was redeemed.
