I never thought it would be so long to write. I just thought of a scene like this: an elderly man leaning against the wall with a lollipop in his mouth, perfectly decadent. The impatient young man rushed forward anxiously, only to find that there was more than just a candy or a cigarette between them.
So I wrote about their ordinary and passionate love in a place outside the secular world, and their relationship was like an absurd and gorgeous orchids. The older man dedicated his most sincere feelings outside of Vanity Fair, while the younger man dedicated his young and passionate sincerity. I wrote about their love at first sight and the separation and reunification between them that flowed like water. Very unreal, right? But also very romantic. I express my expectation of soul love, narrate the tug and entanglement between people, and depict the quiet, calm and bright sunshine of the snow-capped mountains. The reality is so pale, so let me join you in their stories for a moment. Love me? Ask yourself.
Earth is the only paradise.
I hope we can all have the courage to love and be loved.
If not, then say: I surrender.
Purpose: "This earth is the only heaven."
