My brother disappeared because of me, so I searched for him for ten years.
But when I found my brother, they said I was sick?
Why is my brother getting further and further away from me?
They also said... My brother doesn't exist.
Originally my memory told me this wasn't true.
But now it's confusing
I don't know either... Who am I?
As the saying goes: Poor people must be hateful, and hateful people must suffer sadly.
Maybe I am that pitiful person, the hateful person, the hateful person...
Demining: First-person perspective! ! !
The process is a little weird! ! !
But the ending is very good and in line with the core values of socialism!
I am a successor to socialism and have very upright thoughts! ! !
Note: This is my first time writing an article, and I am very glass-hearted. Don't scold me. Just abandon the article if you don't want to read it.
Intention: Poor people must be hateful, hateful people must suffer sadly