That day when you found out you had terminal leukemia at the age when your youth was still budding, the age when you should have been truly happy and experiencing the many colors of life on earth. After being hospitalized for 5 months, the doctor said you only had 8 months left to live. You began to look for new things as the short term kept passing by, slowly but quickly.

Do you eat comfortably, go out with friends and family to create a positive cover for the countless storms gathering in your heart and especially your family. 8 months is something you try to hold on to, as fragile as spider silk in the wind.

In the autumn afternoon, there was a gentle golden light and a light rain, causing raindrops to penetrate the sunlight, creating a gentle and poetic scene. Even though people were running to find shelter from the rain, you were still sitting on the park benchand continued to look at the sky.

As usual, on the subway is still crowded with people, despite the noise and bustle, what you always hear is your own voice wanting to live longer. You hope that you will always be at peace with the people you love, it's just like a treasure.

On the subway line you are trying to grab the handrail above when suddenly someone accidentally bump your small body. Causing you to lose your balance and almost fall.

A man taller than you hugged your body with one arm and pulled your body closer to him.

“If you can't hold that handle, I can hold you.” He spoke in a gentle voice.