My mother said that if you wear a hairpin in this life, you will be beautiful in the next life.
When she tucked the flower behind my ear, her fingertips felt cool with the smell of earth and flower juice.
At that time, I thought that life would go on like this forever - flowers would keep blooming, butterflies would keep flying, and she would always stand behind me and laugh.
Then the shells fell.
My father and brother went to the front line and never came back. During a plague, my mother left her last words to me: "Take my ashes and plant flowers, so that I can always be with you."
Later, even our country was gone.
I survived. A man rebuilt a garden on a barren hill.
When the flowers bloom, the wind blows up from the valley. In a daze, I always felt that someone was standing behind me, gently and gently tucking a flower behind my ear.
I look back.
No one.
Only the flowers in the garden are blooming as well as they were decades ago.
It is purely fictional and has no historical background! ! !
Purpose: Peace-loving