This is a story between two brothers.
Three places... Three periods of time... I have always loved each other deeply and only had each other in my heart, but we were separated again and again...
Obviously I like my brother the most...
I obviously never want to be separated from him again...
Gentle elder brother, lovely younger brother, a story without a third person...
Attachment: I wrote an article when I was a freshman in high school. It is inevitable that the writing style is childish. Please forgive me.
This article originated from a dream, because at that time I was obsessed with brothers, especially Sa Itachi. The scene in the dream was vivid. My brother was bruised and bruised while chasing the train. He struggled to get up and watched his brother's tear-stained face getting further and further away... His heartbroken and helpless eyes were filled with pain... My brother fell from the cliff, such a long distance... My brother couldn't catch him no matter how hard he ran...
There is a lot of emotion in it, very simple, very simple.
Please use some patience and read it quietly...
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