The Old Year Is Gone

In my childhood, I lacked the love of my brothers and sisters, and lacked playmates. So I always hope that I can have an older brother who can take care of me and protect me. Unfortunately, my childhood was not as lucky as my later years. I grew up alone, suffering from loneliness and vulnerability. This book is adapted and continued from the novel "Brother, Please Wait for Me". It describes the character of one's youth, the friendship between brothers, and the spirit of being teased by fate but resisting bravely. We spend our whole lives pursuing happiness and freedom, and whether what we get in the end is what we want. When I was young, I spent countless late nights staring at the white ceiling alone. Walking out of the room, looking at the cold night sky, imagining the endless future. The night is gray, and the boy's dream has disappeared. ┄┅┄┅┄┅┄┅┄＊ During my lonely and incomplete childhood, the sky was always dark and depressing. I always remember you who fought for me and gave me gifts. Whenever the black loneliness makes me breathless, as long as I think of you, I feel a light flashing through the darkness, brightening my night. The night is gentle and the moonlight is like water. The footsteps are heavy and the thoughts are heavy. That night, hugging for warmth. Big fireworks bloomed in the night sky. Gorgeous and eternal. Some people say, make money, get married, and grow old. This is life. But that's not the life I want, fixed, dull, and secular. Why do I have so much responsibility, why can't I let go of my hand. Growing up, responsibility, reality, pressure, years, betrayal, aging, desolation. Why does this world always make people feel sad? Everything is fate, love cannot match the hand of fate. Conception: