If you were to give your first love a color, I believe many people would reflexively say cyan (green)...
But when we reach middle age, maybe at a class reunion, we will look back at the people we once liked, and they will smile at each other, and the taste of first love is no longer sour but a sense of wistful happiness, just like the taste of scented tea with a little stevia leaves.
So the color of first love should be cyan with a little pearlescent powder...
"Seeing you, my world suddenly changed from black and white to color, so if you ask me to say, first love may be in color, and it cannot be summarized by just one color." The man hugging him from behind said this, his skin was touching, and the feeling of being loved still remained in his body. Although he had quit smoking for a long time, he could still smell the smell of tobacco that penetrated the man's skin.
"That should be the color of happiness..." Takayuki said as he turned around and put his lips against the man's lips.