Lu Yang, today I am twenty years old.
At two o'clock in the morning, I woke up from the same dream habitually.
In the dream, you held my hand, the sun was shining brightly, you were wearing my favorite white shirt, and your smile was quiet and warm.
I guess I didn't want to wake up after all.
Because every time I wake up, I always feel like something in my body is broken.
Lu Yang, do you still remember me?
I'm Gu Liang.
That Gu Liang is always called ice pimple by you.
That Gu Liang, who you always say is paralyzed and unable to smile.
That Gu Liang is always held in your hands and loved by you.
I took down the pictures on the wall,
I burned our couple clothes,
I destroyed all our memories,
But your face is deeply engraved in your body.
Lu Yang, are you happy without me in heaven?
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There are a lot of people reading it, but why are there so few comments? Why should I come in to read such a deceptive article? It's still a tragedy. Is it necessary to be heavy? Is this a true story? Although same-sex love is difficult, love is not heavy. Why can't we love lightly?
Only by working harder can we have a future that belongs to us
A bit messy, but the story works
Guliang, you look so much like me back then