When I saw your diary, every article grabbed my heart, tears appeared in my eyes, and my breathing became so short. I couldn't control the feeling of heartache. The tears slipped and dripped on the phone. I want to wipe away the tears of my phone, but I can’t wipe the water in my eyes. The feeling of heartache shocks my heart more than the feeling of being broken in love... God wants him to endure the torment of the illness. What kind of mistake is it to make an active boy the object of the illness? I want to tell him, you have to be brave, but, I know that being brave is no use. The disease is torturing his body and heart, and under the torment of the disease, he always wants to give up his thoughts; I don’t know how to go. To comfort him, I am afraid that tears will slide down with the pain of my heart. I am afraid that I will taste the taste of tears. I have forgotten how to cry for many years. I don’t want to give tears of sympathy when he is fragile. I hope he will be brave, even if his life is ten or twenty years, I hope he will live happily, because he will always be the happy boy I know! Be brave, I hope you be brave...
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