"The sky is full of fire, I should go back to find you." The old man murmured. She paused for a moment, moved her trembling hands, took out the scarf from her arms, and carefully wrapped the scarf around the tombstone, one circle, two circles. The old man supported his stiff body and carefully tied knots at the corners of the scarf. She caressed the tombstone, her eyes soaked in time were calm and peaceful.
"... It's snowing. I'll bring you this. Will it make you feel warmer..." The old and trembling voice was heard in the endless snow.
Falling snowflakes were scattered on the old man's gray hair. The coldness in my clothes was bone-chilling.
On the silent cemetery, heavy snow falls. The long-faded scarf on the tombstone was covered with a thick layer of snow. The two parallel lines pressed by the wheels slowly lead into the distance, and pure white roses lie quietly in front of the tombstone, making the snow even whiter. Wrapped in the bouquet blown by the cold wind was a folded letter on which was written quietly...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
