In front of the tomb, there were gypsophila, because my sister said that it was her favorite...
That day, she said to him: "So after you enjoy me, do you want me to leave?" He was stunned, so she stayed...
That day, she said to him: "I love Gypsophila the most, because it is the most important thing in my life." He was silent, but she smiled...
That day, there was a slight drizzle, and she stood in front of the tomb. She lost her former pleasantness and mischief, and her eyes were full of hatred; and he slowly fell in front of the tombstone, his blood-stained hand, holding her cold hand, and brushed the photo. The girl in the photo had a smile like a flower...