A peaceful cemetery,
Where many people's departed loved ones rest, their life stories and post-mortem grief intertwining to form a solemn, quiet atmosphere.
As a black car drove past, a middle-aged man in his fifties with graying temples helped his wife slowly exit the vehicle and step onto the shaded path leading to the cemetery.
Their steps were heavy, each one feeling like it weighed on their hearts. A sorrowful atmosphere surrounded the couple, as they came to commemorate that young life forever frozen in time - their son.
The couple's faces were etched with regret and sorrow, eyes containing tears that had long since silently dried up.
They arrived at their son's tombstone, which bore their son's name and the precious brief span between his life's beginning and end. Fanzi carefully placed fresh flowers, while his wife arranged the jade pendant and mementos that had accompanied their son's growth.
