My brother is pessimistic, negative and lonely. He will burst into tears, be curious about death, and hurt himself. He is sick. But he is the person I love and envy the most in this world. The way he sings on stage shines brighter than the stars in the sky. The way he fights for his dreams is a precious treasure that I will never forget.
I am a more ordinary person than ordinary, I have no dreams.
I grew up step by step, went to the best school to study the best major, and followed my life step by step according to my parents' wishes. I have thought countless times, is it more tiring to stick to your own dreams, or is it more tiring to obey other people's expectations? I still don't have an answer.
Intention: family, love, dreams