This time I really let you down, I really can't rely on them, what's the point of me, what advantages. I just keep gives you any trouble, again, again and again. I can't make you laugh, even though it was little. What I did, all my efforts, it all be a torn meniscus, deritaan, sadness for you. I have to do? What should I do? Why is this happening to me? I'm sorry Mother, Father.