You said that there is no cure now, and she is sick because she likes you. But I still only want to call the world my home and wander around the world.
You say you blame me, blame me for being hard-hearted, not caring about the life and death of others, and not worthy of being a doctor; you say you blame me, blame me for abandoning you despite your heartache.
And who should I blame? How to explain it? Aren't you cruel to me?