:06:01
-Maybe we're getting' old.
-Whatever it is it's gone now.
:06:05
-That's the best thing for us too. Gone.
:06:06
-Yeah, let's go.
:06:42
The grief of his wife's death
:06:45
became greater and greater agony.
:06:54
The home they had so long shared together,
became a tomb.
:06:59
A sweet memory of her joyous living.
:07:04
The sky to which she had once looked,
was now only a covering for her dead body.
:07:24
The ever-beautiful flowers she had
planted with her own hand,
:07:29
became nothing more than the
lost roses of her cheeks.
:07:39
Confused by his great loss, the old man
:07:42
left that home,
never to return again.
:07:59
At the funeral of the old man,
unknown to his mourners,