He is simply the sun,
No matter how rotten he is on the inside, his appearance is always warm and radiant.
The sun is like this, it is dazzling than the moon, but not as gentle as the moon.
He is blazing, illuminating all things, and a little warmth scattered casually can illuminate a life.
The moon may shine alone, but the sun will not. The sun is like a flame, and approaching it is like a moth flying into a flame.
To be close to him is to be close to pain, to be far away from him is to be far away from happiness.
Neither can love, nor can hate.
So struggling, so painful, so sinking.
Intention: Life, ideals, love, and freedom. When one day you discover that this world is actually false/this world is actually real, you must give up your life for the one you love/for freedom you must give up everything you have now. What will you choose?