The snow won't stick to the weeping willow.

Don't hurt my sweet, sweet sister. :'(
Take her sickness away, far far away, please God. Make her better again, I beg You.

I want to be there and look at you while you sleep on that bed. The bed that stink of hospital smell. Oh that smell. I hate that stupid, bacteria free smell.
I bet no one's there to look at you at night when everyone is tired and it's quiet in the halls. I bet you'd wake up in the middle of the night and would want someone to talk to. I bet you want to know someone's still waiting for you when it all goes dark.
I want to be there. I want you to know I'm there.
Kakcik, get better. Please get better. I love you.
:'(