15 Years old like a flower, sunshine, why do you want to run away, why are you always so stingy? Is it because I have leukemia?
Only now do I know that life is so fragile, as fragile as bubbles and as transparent as air. I no longer expect or expect happiness in life. I just want to say to you at the end of my life: "I'm sorry, I love you."
Just watch you quietly until I leave, please forgive me for my willfulness
Let me say to you for the last time: "I'm sorry."
In the end, as long as the floating ones slowly disappear into the world... Little by little, little by little...