the day after the rain, when the sun shines bright again, he went to the tomb where he usually sit crisscrossed.
he then wipes clean the stone, where her beloved name was shown. he was tracing it with a smile, too glued to his face from last night.
it was as if he got all the positive energies and he knew it was stupid. he looks stupid.
but he doesn't care as he tells in details the event under the rain to the body, underneath lay,
"is this what you're talking about? love more than i felt for you?"
