黄昏之手轻轻一翻,白昼走了,天色暗下来了;天色暗下来的时候,哥哥走了……一切回到了清晨的模样。只有我变了,多了一份忧愁和疲惫。哥哥走的时候,带着一种不安。害怕我长大,又害怕我长不大。带着这种矛盾的情怀抚摩着我的脑袋甩给我一句话——我走了。你长大了,不管发生了什么 The hand of dusk gently flipped, the white stork was gone, and the sky was dark; when the sky was dark, his brother was gone... everything returned to the morning. Only if I changed, there was a bit more sadness and exhaustion. When my elder brother was gone, there was a sense of uneasiness. I was scared that I grew up and I was afraid that I would grow up. With this contradictory feeling stroked my head and gave me a word - I’m gone. You grow up, no matter what happens