Peace in the night cemetery

This is the first experience of observing the cemetery in winter ... quite unexpectedly, it happened on New Year's Eve. The cemetery whispers under the light of a street lamp, snow-white snow covers the outlines of tombstones, almost lost at night.

I like to be in the cemetery, among the scattered tombstones, they are like harbingers of a ruthless fleeting time that melts into eternity. But on the other hand, time at the cemetery stops. For me, a cemetery is a place for soulful reflection to hear emotions with the clarity that comes with such silence.

Gravestones in promise of not being forgotten, but this promise always breaks. The charm of this moment for a second makes me believe the dead won't be forgotten although to be forgotten is inevitable. Because this is such truth of life ~