At that time, I didn't understand that life is fleeting. The moment he closed his eyes, I knew fear. The moment the coffin closed, I realized that he was leaving. Until the loess covered the dark wooden coffin, I seemed to be able to touch his temperature and smell his breath. Tears stained my cheeks, but I still stubbornly thought he would come back! Because he said: Wait for me...
Ten years have passed, and I have already understood the meaning of death, but I still deceive myself and wait there...
Maybe that day, God heard my cry and let me see that similar face again...