The year my parents took me in, I had a new name, Xie Luoyan.
From then on, they ate and lived together and treated each other as brothers. I called Brother Xie Chiwei and he answered. They squeeze into a bed at night and grab a basin of water in the morning. Those ambiguities and temptations are all hidden under the quilt of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old.
Later, when we got together, he was the first to speak. Later, it was me who let go first.
Maybe my presence is a crime
Pretend to be asleep, pretend not to have been in love.
But my breath was too hot to hide.
At least we have a happy ending
Intention: Just be happy