The years are not thick. They were teenagers that year.
It is just right to be young. Carefree.
He. Red eyebrow covering. Show all your flamboyance.
He. His cold eyes were downcast. Cover up your sharpness.
He. Laughing and laughing. Tender coexistence.
He. Integrity and unyielding. After the general.
He. The morning breeze passes through the body. Keep your friends healthy.
He. Full of rage. Persistent and arrogant.
They move forward hand in hand. They stand in the world of mortals. Laughing at fate.
Their stories. They are the protagonists.
Purpose: A book cannot express their joys and sorrows. I can't write enough of my own words. Then occasionally witness their lives.