"Brother, you are the desolate city; I am the river surrounding you..."
When we were children, we were simply happy; but now, what can we do?
Change begins when your mother takes you away.
Gradually, it cuts off the connection between you and me; it changes our surnames; it expands the distance even further...
What else can we do? What else...
Brother, I'm sorry.
The river will eventually be happy.
The moment when the river water wraps around the body, some of it is already eternity...