Lan Jiangheng loved him, but he loved freedom more.
He has been gone for a long time, the scars healed and then cracked, and the tears dried and moistened.
He walked for a long time, wanting to leave here... And go home.
Listening to the music looping in my headphones every day, I sit on the bridge meaninglessly.
The sun will fall on the fingertips, palms, and wrists, and those breathless breaths will become lighter.
They say good love will change and nourish people.
But he began to wither and wither, turning from himself into a vassal of others.
So difficult.
Later, he found freedom.
Goodbye, my perfect love.
Narcissus.
Gentle and sensitive, X wants to be attacked by the sun
Intention: Get rid of the shackles, be free and happy