⎐𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒𝖘 Ⴕ

Williams.. Your dear Willie today.. It can't be! The man who always won fights, passed away too suddenly. After all, he only turned twenty the other day.. They're going to bury him.. Bury his body in the ground, forgetting. They want to take him away from you... What do they even know about Will, your dear Will, who made your heart ache so..? Do you remember your Willie? Your boy with almost white hair, curly like an angel. His features were always so delicate and fragile. His fingers were so thin, his hands were always weak from illness. His eyes rarely saw the light, his hands were rarely touched by a ray of sunshine, although it suited him so well, this sunny yellow color suited his face, this softness... But your love is dead. He's gone. But that's what they said.. You know it's not true.. White snow rushed like a storm across the cemetery, howling and covering the half-ruined, forgotten graves, covering Willie's grave too. This disgustingly cold snow flew into your eyes and cheeks, freezing you right through. But you loved him so much. And now the feelings haven't disappeared. Suddenly you stopped. There was the tombstone... Williams. It was very close. Just a little bit down. Just a little bit. And the sharply sharpened shovel sank into the grave ground, scattering sand onto the snow, which was snow-white but almost blue from the night moon After all, love cannot destroy death, death is weaker than love, right?

Willie is dead, so he can't move or talk.