My Brother Who Has Nothing to Do with Me

After being orphaned, I gained a stranger relative and a younger brother who had nothing to do with me. He is like a cloud, rolling. He is like a mirror lake, still. He is like a fallen leaf, crumbling. But I want to be like a gust of wind, soothing a layer of clouds. But I want to be a ripple, shattering the mirror in the lake But I want to be like a once-in-a-century early snow, catching the fallen leaves, just one... Is this enough? That's it… Concept: Although blood ties cannot change the essence, they can silently express love.