Maybe a long song will eventually turn into the endless sound of rain on the pillow over the years. Maybe as long as we have existed, all the sounds and scenery in the world have been spread out in front of us. Some people say that when you are with different people, you see the world differently. It is because of you that I see a different sky.
Many years ago, I heard someone tell the story of her first love. It's not that thrilling. But that kind of emotion is like tea leaves that have been brewed for a long time. It first floats in my heart, and then slowly settles down. Later, this story came into being. I have always wanted to see a boy like this, who always maintains a little freshness and the ability to never grow old. But as I grow older, I slowly understand that no one will age forever. Even if he is not old on the outside, his heart is like wrinkled paper and will never recover. Thus, the boy Ari was born. He has everything I expected from a young man. So, what is his ending, I suddenly want to know.