That spring, when you saw me taking off my clothes, you looked away in embarrassment.
I blinked and said, "Brother, don't you like that I'm not wearing any clothes?"
It was another year, it was autumn, I carefully checked to see if there was no one outside the door,
Turning around, it was you who opened your clothes, half-lying down and said with blurred eyes, "I know you like me without clothes!"
The fallen leaves in front of the door have withered and grown longer, and the seasons have come and gone quickly. Everything seems to be traceable, but my nerves and my heart are running at twice the speed, more anxious than the wind in the middle of the night, and lonely than the fog in the early morning.
You have been away for a long time. Is it strange to see you again? I am afraid that I will be just thinking about you, so I simply wrote it down. In this way, every time I write it and read it, it means that we have fallen in love again and again...
Intention: The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said with Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together