I Love You, But Only After We Parted: For My Brother

I loved him but after they were separated, I suddenly saw my brother's memorial service online in 2010. At that time, I thought about how charming he was that so many people still liked him even after his death. I went to listen to his songs, his movies, and all his experiences. I felt sorry for him. Countless times, I have imagined how magnificent my brother would be if he were still alive. No matter how long it takes, he deserves to be loved by everyone.

I loved him but after they were separated, I suddenly saw my brother's memorial service online in 2010. At that time, I thought about how charming he was that so many people still liked him even after his death. I went to listen to his songs, his movies, and all his experiences. I felt sorry for him.

If there really is a parallel space, I would rather my brother traveled through time and was reborn. Live well in another space

I truly loved him, but it was after we parted. I was not even lucky enough to witness the storms my brother had gone through, the sunshine he had enjoyed, and I could not even participate in the disbelief and grief-stricken mood of the people when my brother passed away... I am only seventeen this year, and I have only loved my brother for five years, but I am confident that no one should be less... What my brother brings to people... Maybe a kind of elegance in melancholy, madness in silence, and obsession that can't stop. Over the past five years, I have been commemorating and remembering him every year, and I can't restrain myself from getting a trace of lingering comfort from the sounds, lights, and shadows he left behind, and even from other people's mouths... After the college entrance examination, I hope to be able to remember him alone, and it is good to live and die in fantasy...

It resonates with me. I feel like there will never be another person who I can love so passionately. PS I've actually always wanted to write about a subject, but my writing style is not good and I'm afraid it's blasphemous. I would never dare to write about my brother in real life, so I thought of the characters in his movies, and thought about such a person. Because I love my brother, I would travel through time in my 56 movies and give him happiness. In the end, my brother in heaven will also be happy~

Before you gave birth to me, you were already old when I gave birth to you; when I grew up, you were gone. Brother, I wish you all the best!

We have all deceived ourselves, he is still here, living well in a place I don't know! `The tears are pouring down. Can't you be fooled after all? My heart aches so much that I actually love him so much? Yes, I fell in love very early on, but the beauty was like disappearing in the clouds. At that time, I was too far away. I just wanted to be like this. I saw him on TV, read about him in newspapers and magazines, and thought that he was just a passer-by who occasionally stopped in his own world. Like many people, he would be slowly buried in memory. Before I knew it, he had taken root in my world and grown into a towering tree. Become a part of life, inseparable. During that time, I didn't dare to read reports about him at all, for fear that those reports would collapse the world I built. I would rather deceive myself and hypnotize myself that he was still alive in a place I didn't know. All information about him was blocked, as if this way he could always be there, smiling, as if time had not passed, and he had not turned into a red butterfly and flown away. I thought I could keep lying to myself until April last year, but I couldn't lie anymore. It turned out that he had been gone for so long. However, the memory of him still lingers before he left. He is the only artist I have loved in this life. Brother, I hope you will be worry-free, happy and healthy in another world.