Bl be The next year, attack the clean and suffer the unclean
"Love" is like tears falling on the pages of a book, seeping into the surface and inside, blurring out the words and ink, leaving only the mottled water stains.
After the death of his mother and younger brother, Bunraku felt an unusual sense of separation from the world.
I want to die, but I don't know why I want to die; I want to live, but I don't know why I live.
My body is always tired after working in a milk tea shop, and I suffer from insomnia day and night.
Picking up the young guitar late at night, even if it is a cheerful tune, it is like a life-threatening thread that affects the beating of the heart.
The forced calmness, happiness, and indifference seemed to be a trap set for the entire world.
Life or death doesn't matter anymore.
Teenagers are born towards the light and grow towards the sun. But Wenle is not. In Yin Zhu's view,
He is the light, the boy who claims he is homophobic, attracting him all the time.
When did it start?
Perhaps it was the first time they looked at each other on the steps, Wenle reflected the light, like the sun, like a god, breaking into Yin Zhu's life.
Yin Zhu: "Is this your original work? It sounds great. Why don't you try publishing it?
Bunraku: "I don't have much talent, I just randomly put a few notes together.
Yin Zhu: "Brother Wen, look at the guitar I bought you, do you like it?
Wenle: "Yin Zhu... I think it's better for us to separate.
The ceiling of the old house is still dilapidated, the fan is squeaking, and everything is as usual.
Yin ZhuXWenle
Intention: Do what you like
