I turned, my eyes still red.

In front of me stood a thin woman in her thirties, dressed in a light beige coat. Her hair was moving in the wind, and her eyes had a sad gleam.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said in a trembling voice.

I nodded as I wiped my tears.

“It’s no use… Are you here to visit someone?”

She was silent for a moment, looked at another grave, and replied: