The sunset growing wantonly in the sky, the sweet and sour orange candies, the pigeons circling outside the classroom window, the faint fragrance of washing powder in the evening breeze...
At that time, they were teenagers, naive and stubborn, cowardly and lonely; they ran forward without having time to look back, as if they could embrace the brightest sunshine as long as they kept running.
It was not until many years later that he suddenly discovered that what he had been pursuing was the sunset in his memory...
If "I" itself is defined by others, then who am I?
This is a small book about youth, redemption, hope and love.
"What rose has no thorns? The most beautiful bloom is the counterattack. Don't let anyone change you."
Not only dedicated to the LGBTQ community, but also to you and me who are growing up. I hope that everyone can break labels and definitions, bravely find their true heart, set sail, spread their wings and fly high, without asking anything about the west or the east.
Intention: I hope that everyone can break labels and definitions, bravely find their true heart, set sail, spread their wings and fly high, without asking anything about the west or the east.