In the Next Life, Will You Love Me Instead?

In high school, I used to fight with Dad over the TV so I could watch idol dramas. Then I missed the chance to meet him... them. Years later, I happened to see it again. Turns out Dad had been watching an idol drama back then too.

So often, the fate we long for is just someone passing us by. When we look back, the days are like a bedsheet that has faded: we clearly remember its original color, but no matter what we do, we can't bring it back. The worst thing about life is when something comes, then goes. We think that once we have something, we'll have it forever. But when it's gone, it's gone. There is no such thing as forever.

Looking back at what I wrote in the past, the sad things, the happy things, the frustrating things... It turns out a little heart can hold so much. Later, I stopped paying much attention to anything. I was afraid of that feeling of sinking in over my head and being unable to get out, while the swamp couldn't care less about me.

Those boys from the past have been carried away by time. When I think of them now, I smile and say, "He was mine, mine, mine alone... my boy." Then I think of him... them, like watching the sunset in a photograph. It's not that I'm fickle; I just don't want to forget. The memories I kept sometimes jump out and bother the heart I thought had grown up and settled down. I really want to compose a song for my memories, but the only tune I can remember is... Ee-yo-wei, ee-yo-wei, ee-yo-wei, ee-yo-wei...

There is love in this world, just no forever. I still can't decide whether to rank Hanamichi Sakuragi behind Sendoh or ahead of Rukawa. It's childish, but real. The cold one, the sunny one, the proud one... every one of them is mine, my boy.

Though the world keeps changing, I still love that song, ee-yo-wei, ee-yo-wei... If I could say "I love you" once for every year until I'm eighty, would I still have to go find someone and make him listen to me ramble for half a century?

The TV show Dad watched back then was Soldiers Sortie. I watched it over and over, thinking about it over and over. It was obviously an idol drama. Then the question that had been bothering me came back: should I stay a devoted fan of Lao A, or go browse Lao Qi's fan forum...

O(∩_∩)O, my boys are still here...

This is a story about loving and being loved...

Ming Lele, I hate your doubled-up name. No matter how angry I am, saying it makes me sound less intimidating...

Liao Qingcang, stick with me and I'll make sure you're always happy, with joy without end.

This is a story about the second heroine and the second hero... Really, the only difference between first and second place is who tells the story... and who listens. If you like them, even a passerby can be the protagonist...

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