I'm dead.
I'm so tired.
I want to cry, but I can't cry.
Watching my brother gamble and take drugs. He had no money to eat and was bullied, and finally died miserably in the wilderness.
I feel so bad and I blame myself.
I wonder, if I were still alive, if I had taken my brother away, would he not be like this?
I'm sorry for him.
If it happens again, I will love you instead.
Intention: Study hard