All other ground is sinking sand.

我听见屋内传来凄凉的哭泣声，刹那间全身起鸡皮疙瘩。还能做些什么，一条热忱的生命已经被局限于一个木框框里。

我看见隔壁第几间家，邻居坐在车子里，也不知道她是否认识死者，但又能够做些什么，除了静静地默默地把眼泪抹去。

献上手上的玫瑰。或许因为跟死者真的没有太多的交流（还花了点时间想了想才觉得真的没有正式的与她搭上几句话，最多也是擦身而过时点头微笑是好而已），所以当时我没有太多的情绪。

旁边的亲人与友人有的已经崩溃到不行。
 
一场雨来得正是时候，帶不走的，丟不掉的，让大雨侵蚀吧。

我想到哪天我走的时候，会不会也有玫瑰花陪伴。我倒希望那会是个晴天。

by Emily Dickinson:

There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as today.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.

The neighbours rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a mattress out, -
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that, -
I used to when a boy.

The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, -
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.

离开前，一段旋律留在我心里面荡漾着... 
All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand.