This amorous world filled with love between men, between men and women, and between women is so ridiculous.
His boy
Maybe it just exists in my memory. It is a story that has been kept in my memory drawer for a long time. It has been so long that new memories have been added and stacked until it was forgotten deep in the drawer and can never be found again. Stories always contain inexplicable truths and complex relationships. Life is always passing by.
Sometimes I believe that the world is not calm and gentle, and that the remaining tenderness in the world will always be squeezed into a short period of youth, then weathered, then left behind, then forgotten, and then buried alive by growth into the bottomless abyss. But the sprouting at that time was also like morning mist. When it came, it was fierce and unstoppable, but it could only be felt but not clearly touched. Moreover, it came quickly and dissipated in an instant.
To the end
He said, please help me remember the boy I haven't broken yet
Purpose: Help me remember the time when I was not broken yet