Bright Luan Phoenix Song

He was already an adult when I was born, and I never participated in the first half of his life. I don't know how he grew up, what he liked to eat, what he didn't like to eat, whether he got along well with his parents and brothers, whether he liked painting or reading, whether he played piano or chess in his spare time - I knew nothing about him. When I was ten years old, I hid behind the curtain and watched him quietly, wanting to see where I would end up in this life. He looked like an unhappy man, sad and lonely, with sharp barbs all over his body. I silently thought that when I grow up enough to enter his life, I can bring him joy and make him feel happy. When he is tired, he will throw himself into my arms for comfort - maybe that will prick me all over, but what does it matter? I am a mediocre person, but my love is anything but mediocre. You see, I'm going to die, even though I'm still young and should live a long, long time. Please tell him, just say, my life is very good, very long, and I am very satisfied.