I want to try youth pain literature for the first time~O(∩_∩)O~
He loves him very much,
So,
His secret love can see the light of day,
The sins he bore were punished,
Their youth was treated with tenderness.
When the morning glories first bloom, the funeral trumpet has already sounded.
But the sun, it is both the setting sun and the rising sun every moment.
When it is extinguished and goes down the mountain to collect all the desolate remaining light,
It is when it is burning on the other side and climbing to the top of the mountain to spread the fierce morning light.
That day, I will also walk down the mountain quietly, holding on to my crutches,
One day, in a valley somewhere, a happy child will inevitably run up, holding his toys.
Of course, that's not me.
But isn't that me?
--Shi Tiesheng's "The Temple of Earth and Me"
Purpose: May everyone's youth be treated with tenderness