I hope I still love you, I believe I still love you, I still love you.
On the day of Lu Zhaoyuan's funeral, I smiled and said to him, "It's better to come to my dream tonight, otherwise I want you to look good."
Later, I wrote letters every day, and I saved up to ninety-nine letters to send to him, thinking that I could send them to him.
But when I wrote the ninety-eighth letter, I forgot who "Lu Zhaoyuan" was.
I think he is the brother I have spent my whole life chasing. It's also the one I can never catch up with, my love.
Concept: Love is more exciting than memory