i stood by his bed. he definitely looks considerably weaker and much more feeble. i feel guilty. as a canto, knowing how to understand is nothing. as he tries to talk to me, i could only shake or nod my head. not only that, he was still able to feed himself last week, but now? as i fed him, i could not help thinking about what would happen.

judging his condition, these maybe(it will not be! but who knows?) his last words.

and i cannot reply him.

pls fight on.