On the day Shen Liu died, Si Yun wore a white suit with a bright red rose on his chest to send Shen Liu on his last journey.
Under the whispers of everyone, Si Yun silently took off the rose from his chest and placed it on the side of Shen Liu's face.
The bright roses were so bright red that they reflected the person lying next to them, who looked a little redder. It seemed that the next second they would be talking nonsense words with crooked eyebrows.
But the dead are dead after all, just like the water that is covered with water is hard to recover, and the broken mirror is hard to be rounded.
Si Yun watched in silence as the coffin in front of him closed little by little.
Si Yun stayed alone in the rain for a long time, until the deceased was gone and the guests dispersed.
"My love is buried deep in the earth, my soul is wandering nowhere"
Purpose: cherish the present moment