I was born and raised here, and he comes from other places. I heard from the villagers that his parents no longer wanted him, so he was given to his grandfather to look after him. He and I gradually became good friends, and there are traces of us everywhere here. Later, we fell in love with each other. Unfortunately, he was diagnosed with cancer and passed away. Before his death, he said that he had no home and asked me to bury him in my hometown. I left here after he died, and now I'm back...
Purpose: The living are the last traces of the deceased