He was living like a trapped animal, but his mind was suddenly soothed by the boy's equally lonely back.
A pen drew the seeds of love and engraved them on the boy's youthful beating heart.
That day, as usual, I walked with him on the way home after dinner, passing thousands of lights, imagining that he was the light that belonged to me.
Reunion, regret, and longing are all left in the snowy wind.
Childhood sweetheart/secret love
Intention: struggle