The Irish Boy

Have you ever been instantly captivated by something beautiful, losing yourself in it and finally pursuing it at any cost?

You think it's a dream, yet it's right there before you. You think such beauty could never exist in this world, yet it flits before your eyes, seeming both real and illusory.

You want to get closer, but it is so far away.

You want to have it, but you know you have no right.

You are nothing but an ordinary person.

Cheng Chen was astonished by the beauty of the Irish boy.

His short, thick hair was a lustrous dark brown, his blue eyes crystal clear, his face elegant, his nose high-bridged.

He had the shy sweetness of a child, yet his eyes were as cool and distant as a nobleman's.

His distinctive singing voice had the smooth, liquid quality of mercury, clear and crisp as metal.

In Cheng Chen's memory, he had never been so captivated by anyone before, across race, age, language, and even gender.