When you and I were young, I once looked up to you, the star in my life.
That day you held my hand tightly and we ran wildly in the heavy rain. Your palm was so warm that it warmed me all winter.
"Brother, please take me away, I'm serious."
The green train in the 1980s didn't run very fast. Tears were running wildly amidst the roar. You couldn't take me on board. Through the open window, I only saw your smile.
"Let's go, live a good life and take my share with you, okay?"
I stood there, your half-tied ponytail was blown away by the wind, and your red eyes were far away from mine.
Looking at each other, just like when you and I first met.
"Don't be afraid, wait until brother comes home."
Intention: One day, I will find you