In that era when everyone frowned upon homosexuality, I buried my feelings deep in my heart and hid my love behind my back. I have been waiting, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for you to look back, waiting for you to run towards me, waiting for us to have the courage to break through the world, but in the end I found that I have no identity in this life. Not a lover, not a relative, not a friend. Not even qualified to cry openly. People say that love can cross mountains and seas, and cuteness itself is the mountains and seas that need to be crossed. Mountains and seas can be leveled, secularism is hard to break, and prejudice is hard to tear down.
All the unforgettable regrets in the world are never not loving each other enough, being born at the wrong time, being burdened by the world, being sincere and magnanimous, but never seeing the light of day.
It is clear that I love you deeply, but my life is unknown and I regret it for the rest of my life.
So how much love does it take to break through the concept, and how much love does it take to break through the world.
Intention: Be a warrior of the times, be your own hero, cherish what you love, and cherish being loved.