He was chained and kneeling in front of King Yama, covered in blood, with an expressionless face; she was running under the rain of flowers in a thousand colors, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly. He silently endured the whippings of the cows and horses and the black and white roars, but he always whispered in his heart about the eternity with her, just to meet again one day; she walked on the bluestone paths and quiet rainy lanes, but always looked back on her meeting with him with tears in her heart. But she knew that if we said goodbye back then, it would be forever...