Can Bear

I remember the first time I saw him, his face was covered in bruises from a fight with others, and he was sitting quietly against the wall in the stairwell, with blood dripping from his fingers. When I passed by, I threw him a Band-Aid. When I reached the corner of the stairs, he didn't pick it up. I walked over angrily and tore it off and put it on him, but he still looked stubborn. At that time, no matter what everyone's personality was, they seemed to be attracted to each other and could get together. It's different now, maybe it's just because as I grow up, all relationships and feelings have become uncontrollable.