But he only put down his posture for him, accommodated in every possible way, and tolerated everything in every possible way.
He looked at him in the eyes, there was always the love between lovers and the love of a father.
Is he handsome, is he wild at heart, is he restless, is he rebellious, is he cowardly, is he vulnerable?
Otherwise, how can such a desire torture and desolate people?
He told Robbie that he was handsome, young, and full of life.
But the moment he saw him cut off his long hair, shake the brim of his hat, and looked at him from a distance, there was always regret. Such eyes, what he loved, was not the young him. He loves him.
It would be great if Wilde could live in his own script.
However, always accept the part of life that is destined to be incomplete and unfulfilling, and accept those things that are forbidden and cannot see the light.
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