I always thought that life would go on carelessly like this, monotonous and boring, but at least I could secretly like it like this. It has nothing to do with the years, just because of the smile on his face when he looks back.
We can't be together, you once told me. Somehow we have gone from being playful and intimate at the beginning. Translates into rejection, even disgust. When did this start? Was it the stressful high school life? Or earlier...
Childhood sweethearts are the script of your life, what about me? Am I the irrelevant outsider from the beginning?
Many years later, we met. I hope you are not happy! That would be good!
——This is a story about a bamboo horse, a childhood sweetheart, and a bamboo horse{bl}