In my brother's words, our story is both bad and vulgar, but we are always with each other.
It turns out that the story was never about the grief-stricken adolescence. It is a love letter written word by word by my brother. It is a secret love, a reply from a lover, a romantic trap, an illogical love, and a longing for an old friend.
Intention: Youth ends suddenly, and those people disappear in my thoughts.