When I Was Young I Was Frivolous

Maybe there will always be people who remember the dream we had when we were young. In that dream were our joys and laughter, our pain and tears, and also those brothers who lived with us in this dream. How many years later, when we look back on this time, how many things can we still remember and how many people can we think of? When we raise our hands to make a phone call to greet them, how many people will still answer the phone, how many people will hear the phone call, and how many people are still in the same world as us. As long as you keep calling, one day there will be a voice on the other end of the phone, even if it is just a "hello". This is a story about brothers, a story about a bunch of little brothers. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.