I wrote this article ten years ago. It is a stream of consciousness and it is difficult to be coherent. Many parts are even my dreams. The original intention was to write about the death of a person who made her brother and friends support each other and unable to let go. However, time has made them stay away from each other and each has his own life.
I watched it myself and it was very obscure. I didn't even remember what some of the content was implying. There's nothing wrong with it for others to see. If it's bad, it's bad.
Purpose: I want to write about a person's death that makes her brother and friends support each other and not let go, but time makes them stay away from each other and each has his own life.