The future becomes the past in the long river of time, and the past becomes black and white in the long river of time. Tell a story for a period of time. In the story, there are you, me, and him.
The loneliness of being an only child is understandable. Sometimes I even dream of having an older brother. I vaguely remember the real happiness in my dreams and the loss when I wake up. I have always imagined writing a story in my mind, where the protagonist has brothers who love her.