In Western poetry, poets call the sunshine that warms people's hearts and seems to be the last ray of light in the end of the world "green sun".
There was an almost neurotic quietness and a desolate transparency like glass in the young man's eyes. His smile is radiant, blooming in every corner of the world like a gift from the Lord.
He is proud and ordinary, cold and warm, like a drop of ice water falling into a raging fire, silently evaporating into gorgeous clouds all over the sky.
Most importantly, he loves someone who can push back the hustle and bustle of the world with his sharp and lonely topaz eyes like a goshawk.
They are unique.