I Groan Like a Dove, but I Can't Eat Mulberries.

[Two male protagonists, first person, true story, no adaptation, pure truth] When we first met you asked me what the English words on my shoulders meant. "The white rabbit is walking around, looking here and there," I said, One word becomes a prophecy, It's a pity that I can't be the poet who said decisively and freely after encountering "Yan Yan laughed at the boss's banquet and vowed not to think about it." All I can say is, "The doves are moaning, but there are no mulberries to eat." When I was young, I just liked the artistic conception of reading. The poignant story that gives a glimpse of the whole picture is fascinating. When I read it again, I realized that every word was filled with tears and my voice was helpless. Many people are yearning for love in this circle, But few people know that under the oppression and impact of this society, the emotions in most circles are fragile and messy. I still can't tell you how sincere you are towards me, and I don't know if it's because of your bad character or because you are forced to do so. Objectively speaking, when it comes to the final step, neither you nor I can be considered kind. I will never see you again, As said on the Internet, I am still addicted to that time, but I dare not get close to you again, because before we meet, I am reluctant to leave and like you first, and what comes first is the overwhelming grievance and anger. I resist this world and stay at home, but I can still be considered gentle and honest with others... This is not my crime...