When I first met him, he had sharp edges and indifferent pupils;
I saw him again with a provocative smile and casual swear words.
Even though I can never see him again, he is still the same person in my memory, cold on the outside and warm on the inside, trying his best to help.
As long as I'm alive, I understand a lot of your helplessness.
Don't let me live, don't let me live alone.