Later, I thought of him when he was young and his strange and beautiful dreams. The joy was nowhere to be found, and he became the only peak in my memory. But it is useless in the end. When I was young, the sun was blazing, the wind and rain always came uninvited, the fragrance on the sleeves of the fair boy drifted with the wind, and the pure joy in my eyes was no longer there.
Intention: To love without hiding is to bring about your own destruction?