He may not know that he actually misses him so much, but he just can't get close to him. He is a thief. He has stolen things that many people regard as treasures and priceless things, but he cannot steal back the time they spent together. Watching him grow, watching him become more and more ruthless, watching his smile become less and less. He doesn't want this. He wishes he was still the child who ran over from the sunset, carrying the soft wind, and called him "senior brother..." Gently and melodiously.
Intention: The world seems to be either black or white. I have chosen one for you. From now on, the sunny days and days belong to you, and the dark clouds and dark nights belong to me. If it happens to be a full moon, I can teach the bright moon to ask your heart. ,