"The sky is full of fire, I should go back to find you." The old man murmured. She paused for a moment, moved her trembling hands, took out the scarf from her arms, and carefully wrapped the scarf around the tombstone, one circle, two circles. The old man supported his stiff body and carefully tied the knot at the corner of the scarf. She caressed the tombstone, her eyes soaked in time were calm and peaceful.
"It's snowing. I'll bring you this. Will it make you feel warmer..." The old and trembling voice was thrown into the endless snow.
Snow was scattered on the old man's gray hair. The coldness in my clothes was bone-chilling.
On the silent cemetery, heavy snow falls. The long-faded scarf on the tombstone is hung with a thick layer of snow. The two parallel lines pressed by the wheels slowly lead into the distance, and pure white roses lie quietly in front of the tombstone, making the snow even whiter. Wrapped in the bouquet blown by the cold wind was a folded letter, on which was quietly written a story that was drifting away.
If I meet you again in this life,
I hope it's at the beach, not in a dream.
Let the sea breeze caress your clothes,
Spread your fragrance around me,
So, I know you are here.
And I will also step on these rippling waves,
Leave a white rose on the rocks you must pass.
At that time, the blown petals will talk to you,
You are the most beautiful scenery I have encountered on this road.
Intention: "This is a decent city, and we should all live decently." "You are a monster, and none of us should be forgiven." "When you know it hurts, you should let it go, so as not to ask for trouble." The cigarette that was about to burn out flickered. Smoke surrounded her, her eyes were still closed, and her occasionally twitching eyebrows proved that she was still alive.