Writing these words, the past is as vivid as the present, which is tantamount to going through the mental journey all over again. The things buried deep in the heart are cruelly dug out, and they are spread out in the sun and exposed to the sun one after another. I never realized that it would be so painful.
The unstoppable sadness in my heart, like a rushing tide or an eternal river, will never stop. Perhaps, it will accompany me throughout my life until I die.
Concept: The growth process of a straight man.