Some people like to be noisy, and some people like to be quiet. Some people are carefree, but there is a little person crying in their hearts; some people put their loneliness on their faces, but they are laughing and making noise in their hearts. People are complex and changeable, irritable, quiet, sinister, well-behaved, sentimental, cold and ruthless. They can be moved by a small thing, and they can also step on other people's bodies to gain power without hesitation. I have laughed, cried, been troubled, been quiet, wanted to fight, and returned to the ordinary. But in this society, liking boys is not something that ordinary people can do. Fear, boldness, curiosity, disgust, as you grow older and experience more, the more you know, the more you lose. People will always grow, from being excited at the beginning to being able to get by later. When you wear a mask for a long time, your personality becomes more frequent, you tell too many lies, and you gradually forget which is true and which is false. Others' analysis of you may seem correct to you, but in fact you no longer understand yourself. Those boys who I liked, disliked but showed up in my youth finally gave up and fell into the trap of the men I knew. In the end, who will accompany whom to the end...