In the gay circle, there is 419, there is indulgence, there is pressure, there are colored glasses, there are hardships
No rights, no protection, no equality.
And what I want is to be upright, to hold my son's hand and grow old together with him.
In this era where everyone pays attention to efficiency, in this era where many conditions and standards are attached to relationships, in this era where everyone shouts "I don't believe in love anymore", will you come and hold my hand?
The story of an ordinary person. A story that has been entangled for many years. A story of waiting and recognition. A story around you and me.