There are two me in the world.
A lonely heart. It has been hidden under life. The joys and sorrows in this world have nothing to do with me. Even if the sun shines, my heart still yearns for darkness.
The other one is born towards the sun desperately, bids farewell to the dusk persistently, breaks away from the darkness, keeps falling in the light of others, falling, even if he drowns, he still feels that the world is worth it.
I struggled painfully between the two personalities, thinking about what went wrong.
Purpose: This world has never stipulated that same-sex love is sinful. All the imperfect endings of same-sex people have succumbed to the so-called laws of the world.