Old age in the sunset is as quiet as a lake.
A gloomy, heartless face.
It's raining, two lonely old people.
* * * To be repaired, the old house faces the sun.
Just for better comfort, don't let
The happiness in loneliness goes further and further.
My wife is down there. Watch.
The man on the ladder
A flash of eyes never left his feet.
His hand slowly searched between the tiles again.
graveyard
On Qingming Day, firecrackers started again.
There are crying and laughing, old and young.
The early ones have all left.
Follow-up newcomers came.
The woman who cried the saddest.
With two children.
Young people who set off firecrackers
That was at the mother's reminder.
Come to the cemetery neither early nor late.
In the grave or grandpa, maybe father.
When I left, my family business was still rich.
I'm just a passer-by. I've seen everything.
Qingming, I stood in the cemetery without sadness.
Like calling for peace in a grave.