The day you left, my world collapsed. The fourteen-year-old saw the farewell of the forty-seven-year-old for the first time. People came and went, and the world was like smoke.
I moved your tomb to my family cemetery, and with my pen in my hand, I wrote your epitaph with tears in my eyes, "Long live a thousand years," with the sound of pepper.
Purpose: to clear away the clouds of history,