We don’t know what kind of people we truly are until the moment before our deaths. As death comes to embrace you, you will realize what you are. That’s what death is...
The moment that I met you, the pink color of the cherry blossoms became deeper, the sky was bluer, and a red flower bloomed in my heart... I wonder if that's what they call love...?
Yes, my sister is on a long and difficult path. I am sure that she will face many difficulties. She will worry, suffer, and then facereality. But this is how we all grow up... There's nothing to be done.