I think of you at a certain time, and I hate you so much; Xin Yu, your eyes that are always gentle and compassionate can no longer see the eighteen-year-old me and Gao Jianyang; running towards a free future, your steps are so fast, I cry and shout, but you don't want to stay for a few minutes.
However, when I thought about the room without light, the sleeves soaked by the rain, and the stomach that was never full, I thought later, it's so good that you don't have to live like this anymore, and you don't have to tie the two of us with oil bottles on your body. I can finally live in the future I imagined wearing soft white shirts, clean and tidy books, and those eyes that I will never see again.
Xin Yu, wait for me, wait for our unexplained thoughts, wait for the years when we are no longer young, look back and stand where we are, hold our hands, and let's go home together.
The three of us will never be separated.
Intention: In those years, I hope you regretted it and regretted not being a brother anymore.