The so-called novel, in my opinion, does not reflect how profound a person's literary skills are. In fact, sometimes, it depends on what you feel. It's the same way. It wasn't until after experiencing so much that I came here calmly and wanted to express a warm feeling and a choice. About the word brother, about everything that has ever happened. When I write down, or prepare to narrate, I feel unbearable anxiety in my heart. Halfway through the anxious words, tears will flow down my face, but that's okay, because although a person may seem lonelier than when we were together, we can still be quiet and have no artificial memories. When we were in freshman year, we agreed to use words to interpret the happiness or sadness that happened between us when our four years of life were about to end. Now that time is not forgiving, time has finally come to this moment, and I seem to be setting off and starting to write.