The strong wind caused the trees to rebuke. The birds, on the other hand, seem to sing on the branches as if flirting. I am currently sitting on the green grass that is glowing because of a few grains of water. It just rained this morning. It was good that the sun had risen before I came here.

I lit two candles after placing the flower on Mom and Dad's grave. I cleaned their tomb with my hands. There is a trace of a dried candle here. Maybe someone visited earlier than me. The melted candle is still soft and not too hard. I think maybe it's Dad's job, or...