Lee Minho!

The year is 2003. A young boy,Lee Minho,was sitting in a tree house in the forest,and was collecting various pieces of glass,wrappers and beads in a box,outlining their contours with his finger.Golden sunlight flooded his skin, penetrating through a small,round hole in the rickety roof of a wooden house.The rays played lazily on the pale skin,outlining the neat nose and sharp chin of a teenager,and a light June breeze playfully ruffled the tangled,blond strands of hair on top of his head."What awaits us in this life?What is in store for the future?What is the meaning of life?"The young man asked these questions almost every day,deep in thought.His nose wrinkled and his eyebrows lowered,frowning, as he considered further options for the development of events in his life.He was biting his lower lip,a habit he had practiced over the years when he was lost in thought.So today,Minho was lost in thought,lazily running his finger over the colored glass.