Having gone through the four seasons of love, it seems that I have gone through the spring, summer, autumn and winter of life - first love is as green and tender as spring, I have also experienced hot and passionate love in summer, I have experienced love as stable as autumn and I am confident that it will have results. I even feel discouraged and try to fall in love for the last time with the calmest attitude, but the result is naturally as cold as winter snow.
I have tasted the warmth and ups and downs of human relationships, and seen all the ups and downs. I thought I had completed the journey of love, but it was finally frozen in the ice and snow of the harsh winter.
I thought there would be no more love, but I didn't know that the fifth season of love was coming quietly...
Even though it's strange, even though it's confusing... But this time, it's true love, true same-sex love.
It turns out that this is also love