On a rainy day, a gray patch envelops the entire mountain, like a dark green with a cold tone.

The successive tombstones sleep here in a neat and orderly manner, facing the inland sea opposite.

In front of one of the tombstones, seven or eight people dressed in black stood with black umbrellas propped up, like a silent black and white portrait in the continuous drizzle.

The old man at the head was wearing a black woolen coat with a clear face......

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