When I was fifteen years old, I met Jiang Yu. There was always a hint of sadness in his eyes. He always liked to be alone, but he was good-looking. I never thought that someone could reveal such a pessimistic and sad feeling from a person's shadow or life. It was raining lightly that day. He had a cigarette in his mouth at the corner of the stairs. Maybe he felt my gaze and looked up at me. I also raised my head to look at him, although I couldn't see clearly what his eyes looked like. But I can clearly feel the sadness in his eyes. Maybe they are a pair of eyes full of pessimism. I think his eyes are very beautiful and should not be full of such eyes.
Intention: No one or thing remains the same as long as you are serious enough