C272 Meeting at the Graveyard

I looked up at the clear sky, Mom, shouldn't my heart be like the sky at this moment? Should it be more open and sunny? I shouldn't keep thinking about the things that have happened in the past.

But I can't accept it. When I think about how you suffered in the past, you died young, and I became homeless, without a father or mother, I forced myself to hold on, and I wanted to live like a human