June 21, 2021

June 21, 2021

All day long, I had been remembering my mother’s beautiful last face and an altar full of beautiful flowers.


My mother was quietly settled in a beautifully carved coffin with a dignified and strong face.


I should have asked my sister to take a picture.


It’s too late. もう、遅い。

I thought life is a festival to burn such a beautiful thing right after the funeral.


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