You didn't realize that you left me with pain. I don't want to tell that The Pain is sadness. It's not sadness. Maybe not for now. Though it's so quiet.
But it's about you before. You didn't realize that you've got more white blood than the red one. No wonder I still turn paler from day to day. I thought it was because I mourned for you.
But he called me back and he told me everything.
John, you're killing me.
How do I suppose to keep myself alive without you like before?
Why is there always test for me? One after another.
Just like what I lost. I'm losing all of you.