The wind in the midsummer that year was sultry and dry, and the dusk was shining, with tiny shimmers revealed along with the shadows of the leaves.
The girl flicked the dust on the tombstone, and the photo had turned sallow. The boy looked at the camera lazily, his eyes full of carelessness.
She comes every year to visit his grave.
But it was just her.
Her legs were numb and her voice was hoarse. The once-proud girl knelt in front of the tombstone and looked pale, but she remained calm: "I'm here to see you."
The setting sun slowly sets from the horizon, and the faint light shines on the tombstones.
"In previous years, I also thought about watching the sunset side by side with you at dusk."
BE
Purpose: Focus first