Ever since I saw that child in the hospital with his face wrinkled together, hiding behind his back and pulling on his clothes without wanting to get an injection, and crying loudly, somewhere in my heart became softer, and I wanted to stay with him, take care of him, protect him, and never let him cry again! But when he slowly grew up, he found that his feelings for him had changed. If he responded to this feeling, it would only be painful. Then let me bear this endless night alone. As long as he is happy all the time! I will always accompany him, always stay by his side, and always protect him. No matter what he becomes or what he does, I will protect him in my own way...