Death Surgeon's Scalpel

The sky dyed red by the setting sun extends to the white horizon. The ground covered by heavy snow is shining with orange-red light. A black spot in the boundless world slowly enlarges. The newly buried tomb is still filled with the fragrance of strong wine. The quiet sky and earth tell the last silent glory of the tomb owner. A seed carried by the wind sleeps obediently on the edge of the tombstone, waiting for the next burst of snow to freeze and bury it.