This is a story about accidentally learning that you love yourself very much.
Your eyes are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life.
Day and night alternate, I know the warmth and coldness, but I can't compare with the ups and downs of loving you.
I hate myself so much for not loving my original self, but always thinking that my original self was the worst.
Inferiority is like my own eyes, and I always dare not look up at my appearance.
How should I describe the painful time of blood and tears during the days and nights when I was so innocent and neglected myself?
This is a young man's confession of self-understanding.
It shows readers the blood and tears of contemporary young people facing various setbacks and pains in life, and uses a creative writing technique to explain the importance of loving yourself without regrets.
Intention: Love yourself without regrets