It was a lonesome day and the month was frozen, and the skies were ashen; I strolled my way to the valley of dim. The road was empty, only birds that blabbed, as of these birds knew about my late bride, Marie. But the birds were nothing but my own delirium, my own insanity.

The madness were dissolved as sanity aroused when my stroll hit at an ever so beautiful sight. It was not very far from the empty road, for certain it was at the end of the empty road where lay there a wooden shelter, and by the angels beam from above the skiesー the shelter so wildly enclaved by Chrysanthemums, and whilst mine eyes mesmerized, my heart was curiously fancy to peer, of how was it looked like inside the shelter where the grave of my late bride, Marie, there secretly entombed.

None of what I saw had made me fall in deep sadness as these purple blossom of month of June had divinely grown circling the grave; none of these beauties ー from how my faith confirmed ー but the design of the Divine. My respond to this was to ask ー was this the sign that Marie has at His side blissfully rested?

Ah! How long has it been? How long has it been since I was captivated by this divinely scene? How long has it been since...