If Sin is sick...Nat is also sick.....who will help.....

At least we used to breathe together and love each other with all our hearts.

No one told Sin that the days since Sin decided to leave Nat.... Sin felt like he had left his soul behind..... Xin walked away with just a body.

Sin paints alone during the day.

Sin sings alone at night.

Sin allowed himself to be extremely tired......and then went to sleep.

Sin let himself feel that he would not have the strength to slowly eat.

Letting my heart float away.....floating away.....Sometimes Sin's eyes were filled with tears. Even though it didn't drip out...

Even if there is someone who asks......About Nat....Sin smiles and smiles. No words....no sound..... No tears...

"If you hadn't come, would you have known....that I'm this sick?....How could I leave it like this? And....almost forty degrees.... numbers that make Stamp wants to carry a little person to the hospital.

Sin is now thinner...lighter to the point of being shocked by Stamp....What has changed is his bright smile. It's a commercial smile. A smile that is called a soulless smile. Elderly people think of another person in Bangkok. That person just kept working hard.... After finishing work, Dad drank alcohol and got drunk....in the morning he went to work....

He stood looking at Sin with a feeling that could be called pity.

"Do you want to know how Tat is doing right now..." Sin turned around just as Rusty's older brother spoke.

“It works like crazy, Sin. Drink like water. Two days ago, I met him. It's in an impossible condition to look at....and the gray book that Sin gave me to go get. It won't give it to me. It said that it was Sin's who gave it to him....its his. Nat asked me to say I'm sorry, but strangely, all the trees on the balcony are green.

I think if there weren't anyone watching by now, it would probably all wither and wither.... er... and.”

"That's enough, P'Tam. Sin will go to sleep. Nat deserves to experience that....that's good," he said with his eyes closed. Speak even though the oil keeps flowing.... Speak even though you're worried to the point of death. Speak even though your whole heart is broken. Speak even though you know that with every breath you take, there won't be anyone who won't love that still-faced bastard.

Even when breathing, it still hurts......

It's hard to forget every memory....

If Sin wakes up......Blessing One thing I want to ask is....can Sin forget Nat....forget everything.

I forgot that I love you.

I forgot that I had memories with Nut.

Forgot Nat's face

Forget every touch.

Leave everything........Forget everything.

Nat sat and looked at the building with the twinkling lights on.....

If it's late like this, Nat hasn't gone to bed yet. A cute person like Sun would walk up and hug me from behind. He complained in his ear that he was sleepy..... If Nat bargains to drink a little more He was upset. .....Nat sighed. There's no more that warm hug. The glass was lifted and downed again and again. Scold until the nuts are probably grey. But surprisingly, Nat didn't feel dizzy yet.

But instead, I felt like I missed him to the point of dying.

........Nat walked in.....realized that his breathing was hot....it wasn't because of the alcohol....but the flu that had started threatening him since yesterday and was starting to take effect.

"Have a headache, Nut?..." It was like hearing a familiar sweet voice.....

"Sin....has you come back?..." The face that Nat was thinking of slowly bent down and kissed softly on the cheek....

“I have told you many times to get plenty of sleep. .....Stop drinking....I'm worried.” His face showed concern.

“Yes, Sin, come back. Nut will do as Sin asks...Nut won't be stubborn at all...” Nut's eyelids no longer had the strength to move. Nat fell asleep with tears and a soft voice calling Sin's name.