The rain fell to the ground one after another, and scattered peach blossoms floated in the wind.
Light an incense stick and a handful of paper. The flame of the white candle sways in the rain, and sad tears flow down the face.
The raindrops are like wisps, falling into my heart. It was silent, and the wind in the mountains brought a chill. The sound of a partridge can't do anything - the sound can cut off the souls of travelers. Falling reds are falling one after another, drifting with the rain, and the willow branches are as green as mist.
"Dad, rest in peace..." The wind lifted up the bright red skirt like blood.
Bai Jiu's delicate skin, which was about to drip with water, was now completely wet with tears. Her teeth gently bit her pink lips, and slight sobs kept escaping from her mouth. With a sigh, he fell into the rain, his footsteps heavy and his mood depressed.
She, Yan Yuxi, personally buried her father's ashes on this silent hill today.