I work hard every day, and my muscles are just to please you. Even if Lao Tang made fun of "I've never seen a gangster and practiced a block", and the brothers around me laughed, I didn't care, because I clearly saw your eyes full of joy at that time. The light of love.
Recall the past, the glorious years. By the side of the mountain spring and in the cave, there are our warmly intertwined figures. Your lips, your eyes, your hair, and your skin are all the melody of my trembling fingertips. I love you with all my strength.
But after entering Goose City, on that night, you fell in love with a woman. I am distressed, I am in pain, and I am willing to use everything in exchange for you. Your attitude has become erratic and ambiguous, and sometimes I can't believe that you were once you too. I've lost one eye for you, but my heart is like a mirror.
Fighting with you on a human flesh bike, just to please your woman, I am willing; to stop your woman, I am willing; my daughter is gone, I am willing. I thought I could get you back by doing this, but I was wrong. . . you. . . You want the three of you together.
So I left, and I was the first to go out of the city to inquire about the news for my eldest brother. When the fake pockmark caught me, I didn't struggle, I just felt sorry for the woman from Shanxi and her eight-year-old child who went so far for love, but died of it.
They stripped me and hung me on a cliff, I know, you can see it. At that moment, will you also cry, say hello to me, and avenge me? I love you, and in this life and the next, I only wish to be by your side. I would like to turn into dust, follow you, and run from the South to Pudong. I clearly heard you say "I'm going to marry her for the second brother", how sad and sad I felt at that moment - the original relationship between two people has become a game of three people. What I want is you, no matter how much you pay, how far you go, how long you wait, I will be with you.
Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green. You all went to Shanghai humming a song in the evening wind blowing the willow flute, and I only want the softest piece of your heart, and a piece of my field.
Forever
your second brother
December 18, 1919
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