With you as the center of the circle and me and my love as the radius, I will tell you a world that only belongs to me, in order to remember my beloved boy. After all these years, I no longer know whether this love is an obsession because I don't have you, or whether I love you deeply as always. I have no way of knowing.
Whenever late at night comes, I hide under the quilt and imagine how I will treat you when I meet you many years later. It's just that the distance between north and south is three thousand miles, and opportunities are like looking for springs in the desert. The one in a thousand chance still makes me look forward to it and look forward to it countless days and nights. I resented leaving, and during the past four years I had imagined that if I had stayed in this city, maybe I wouldn't regret it as much as I do today. Time has passed and the memories of the past cannot be recalled. I can only huddle in a corner without you and look forward to our meeting again. Even then, you dressed up for her and I smiled for you.
Concept: A story about a man who is determined to tell the world his love despite his death.