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The story of a marble worker Evrard Flignot from Brussels who devastated by the death of his wife built a pretty mausoleum for her in Cimetière de Laeken.

At first look inside, there is a mourner reaching out to an empty wall. But, once a year, on the day of the summer solstice, the Sun draws a light that recalls this love for almost a century.

but that's okay.

The flowers aren't blooming anymore.

The flowers aren't blooming anymore

In fact it's like they can't grow at all

More precisely they start to, but imediatly die

And i'm trying to water them, i'm trying my best to keep them alive

But the more i trie the quicker they die

The petals are falling as well as my world is crumbling

I wish, more than anything that i could keep spending time with my flowers

Especially the last one, it was one of the prettiest

But i can't get anything i want, and everything come to an end sooner or later

It's unfair

I did nothing

Nothing to deserve this

Nothing, nothing, nothing,nothing, nothing nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,

Or maybe i did, maybe i'm a poison that kill the flowers ?

Maybe i need to be erased, maybe it'll cure those beautiful beings ?

But it means to never see them again, or at least from a far, very far land

And beyond all of that it mean that i can't ever have any kind of flower again

And i know what i'm supposed to do, ending it all and letting everything become normal again without me

I don't matter that much anyway, it hurt, but im the one being hurt

And if my pain is the cost to cure theirs, then maybe i'm finally ready to accept it.

Bloom pretty flower, i'll soon be gone and at this very moment i wish you to be the most outsanding of them all, in your own way.