For the first time, he turned a young man with good roots into a crooked tree. But fortunately, the man who calls him brother every day has been growing up happily.
"Brother, I like you."
For the second time, I didn't grow up with him this time. He died before he finished junior high school. Unexpectedly, he was not a well-behaved and cute teenager. Fortunately, this person is no longer a crooked-necked tree.
But suddenly one day, deafening thunder sounded. Remembering that kid was afraid of thunder, he hurriedly ran to his house to discredit him. Instead of being buried in the bed, the man sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and called out that long-lost name again.
"Brother, do you love me or not?" The man threw himself into his arms, but he was very cautious. He was afraid that this man would throw him away like before.
"But if I don't admit it, what can you do?"
"You just know I love you."
Finally, through the haze, what is left is silence, no one knows that he loves him, and in the end, everyone knows
Intention: If I would rather die than say I love you, would you look back?