Those beaches with blooming and withered roses and bursts of waves carried his youth and young love. It's not that he can't let go, he doesn't have to love him.
But the memories that fill the heart will turn into an invisible blade, making people dance on the tip of the blade and laugh loudly.
Later, many times in his dreams, he would dream that they were standing under the church, and he put on a white wedding dress for him, and he made sacred promises to him.
Concept: Love is beautiful. It is never differentiated by gender, but it cannot have its own way.