At the end of my life, I met him.
He wore a hospital gown and often carried a gardening book in his hand.
His hair was beautiful, his eyes were beautiful, and he always spoke tenderly about his family.
But why is it so seriously ill?
Does God always want to harvest all the most beautiful children?
I held the purple iris necklace he gave me and prayed silently: If you can really bring love and good luck, please bless Yukimura-kun and let him forget me well.
Intention: Growth and separation