When I Was Young

A veteran's life, a magical memoir. My eyes are crying. I heard someone say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. People often regard movies they cannot understand as classics, novels they cannot read as philosophical masterpieces, things they cannot afford to eat as delicacies, and people who do not belong to them as fatal temptations. This secret love in adolescence is my own war. Even if I win or lose, it has nothing to do with other people. This lonely ivy will eventually end