Suddenly feeling so exhausted, I feel that what I've done hasn't helped everyone much. Year after year, during winter, we encourage each other, but by spring, I can no longer see you. Familiar faces are becoming fewer and fewer. The path of trading is not suitable for most people; it is destined to be difficult. I have countless times imagined us standing shoulder to shoulder on the mountaintop, sharing drinks and joy, bringing a glimmer of light in the darkness. Now I would rather that we had never met. To the disappeared brothers.