There was a man who was very stupid. I called him Brother, and he supported me all my life.
I love my brother.
I hate my brother.
Everyone praises him for being gentle and reliable, but only I know that he stands by my bed at two o'clock in the morning every day, kissing me and pinching me at the same time.
We live in a day that is visible to all. But the day was false.
I call it phantom day.
Purpose: Reflecting the good relationship between brothers