After the winter when white snow piled up softly.

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March 19, 2018

I thought things were getting better, but I cried again today.

If I go to visit the patient, he will open his eyes right away and look at me with those pretty eyes, and smile with the corners of his eyes curled.

Unfortunately, there is no Yoon Jeong-han. There is, but there is not. There is, but there is not.

I will refrain from saying too much, because if you wake up later and read this diary, you will be sad.