"Gintoki."
When I spread out the letter, the sky was already white.
"Please."
"Don't forget me."
Just as I was putting the final touches on the letter, the doctor called me out.
I have become a bullet in a gun.
Soon I'll be out of the gun | chamber.
And God pulled the trigger long before I was ready.
Intention: In the final analysis, it is all a relationship of love