A Sound of Silence

It was a nice colorful bouquet of flowers this time. It used to be a bunch of white chrysanthemums that mom liked the most. So I had decided to stick to what she liked accordingly. Accidentally, this time collided parents' day with visiting the graveyard. I was asked to have some variation, and it worked out pretty well in the end.

 

 

I preferred not to hear too much about the past. So I let them talk in the absence of myself, and hopefully, they were catching the mood of awareness that I did not intend to be impolite in any ways.

 

 

The landscape has been changed since the year of 1977 a lot. It would be a totally acceptable fact that there have been many changes, considering that period of time. But I guess I am the one who senses the similiar atmosphere that was perpetuated in that year.