Secret love is a habit and there is nothing I can do about it. Six years later, I am even more certain that my love for him is my hope of growing old together. Maybe I liked his aura at first, and I was obsessed with his aura. In the process of pursuing it, I performed an endless cycle of destruction, reconstruction and destruction again. But after passing through the desolate youth, we were washed away by the flood of time, and each of us sank. When we struggled hopelessly, his name was what we wanted to say in our hearts, and we only wished to sink into the absurd world with him.
In those days when he had to stand up and cross the mountain just to bring back a ray of light, he was lonely and broken, and he was the only direction.
He is the direction, so there will always be a far distance between us, so he will never be able to find me walking behind him but turning into a blurry black dot because of the distance, falling deeply into the shadow.
So what, it's so beautiful to like him, all the details that are deliberately dug out and laid out are enough to support my almost collapsed youth.
Thank you for being so brilliant in the rare and beautiful time. Please continue to be a beam of light in the future, guiding the people who will accompany you until old age to come to your side and walk smoothly together.
Intention: Tonghua travels thousands of miles, and the Korean language never stops