In my memory, there is always such a young man. When I met him, it was the second before my life was born; when I loved him, it was the second after I missed him.
Some people say that he is the proud man of heaven, unparalleled by anyone.
Some people say that he is a hypocritical villain, despicable and despicable.
No matter what others say, that person is the eternal boy and love in my heart.
My boy, the lonely boy from the snow country.