Empty string

He approached the girl, placed her between his hands, and before bidding her farewell to her grave, he embraced her to his chest, smelled her as one who smells the scent of death, he wanted that scent to remain stuck in him, prepared a seat for her in his memory, engraved her so that she would be difficult to forget, the sun disappeared as if it decided not to see their final absence, it did not wave to the earth at sunset that day, but went away fleeing from the misery of this farewell.