May 10th, Mother's Day, is also my father's birthday. I thought it would be a beautiful day. But I lost you, although I never got you. You can call me stupid as usual, but don't pretend that nothing happened. I will wait for you for three years. If you are still as happy then as you are now, I can leave. You have liked keeping diaries since high school. OK, I will write down every day of my three years. If you are still as strong as you are now, I will live my life well.