Thin shoulders and white back, all the lines extend continuously. The two towering bones on his back were slightly raised like butterfly wings. The smooth waistline, slender limbs, and pert buttocks are all transformed into delicate brushstrokes.
If I could turn into the sunlight that fills the room, kissing my boy; if I could turn into the summer wind that occasionally blows by, hugging him; if I could turn into the dust flying in the air, falling gently on his shoulders. Even if it's just for a moment.