Why does this person look so much like the "older brother" who died? Who is the one watching from the shadows? Love is imagination, and the other person is its vessel. Love created him, and love made him vanish into thin air. He is the older brother in my memories, even though we share no blood, and he is also my beloved.
The older brother who fell before my eyes will never come back.
Theme: Promote core socialist values.
Gan! No one is watching, the child is crying