I have seen a beautiful boy who looks like a flower, with soft limbs, delicate eyebrows, and a charming smile.
I have also seen handsome men, proud and carefree, with eyebrows like stars. When he turns to look at you, his eyes are still filled with frost from last year's deep winter.
I have met men who are as silent as ancient stones on the plateau, young men who are as gentle as the gurgling streams in the mountains, and handsome men who are as gorgeous as camellias in full bloom. I have met them all.
But I no longer know where they have gone or what their current situation is.
Because I didn't keep any of these people.
All my strength is used to keep you.