Before I met him, I would not believe that there are boys liking boys in this world. As the saying goes: The reason why you are not gay yet is because you have not met someone of the same sex you like. Going around and around, we look for our own kind, hoping for the comfort he brings to us, but we find it... When everything passes with the wind, those special moments become eternity. Will we eventually return to parallel lines? I don't know where to go. Without a soul worth trusting, will we not be able to be together in the end? Only I can unravel the answer. This is the spell of fate. The more you want to escape, the deeper you fall into it.