Two years ago, a simple love ended so absurdly.
Two years later, he appeared next to me.
Sometimes he transforms into a warm man, and sometimes he transforms into a dirty boy.
That morning, the naughty baby came to my house and acted miserably, and I beat him severely. At that moment, he walked in and at the same time, he also walked into my world. At that time, he said to me: "I want to be famous. I don't do it for money. If you sign me, you can take the money as you wish." When I signed him, I was not shocked by what he said but by his eyes at that time, because I had not seen such eyes since two years ago.
He and he are really similar, really really, but. . . .