We have six brothers: not related by blood, nor by black and white words printed on paper, but just like the rivers and lakes hundreds of years ago, twisting soil to make incense and kowtow to the Bodhisattva in a temple.
We do not seek to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, nor do we seek to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. I only hope that there are a few people in this life who will always remember me; remember that there is a kind of loyalty that is thicker than blood; no matter where we are, we will always support each other.
Life is very ordinary, but people are also very ordinary, so everything is legendary enough for an individual.