Reminds me of the story of Lin Daiyu Buries the Flower. It's a very sad Chinese story.



“I wish I could fly to the end of the word

With the petals, but can I find my grave yonder?

In a pouch I collect thou delecate bones,

Beneath a cup of sanitary earth I bury thee.

Clean I was born as clean as I am gone,

It is better than if I were stuck in sewage.

I bury thee when thou dust become,

Who will bury me when I leave the world?

One may think I am crazy burying flowers,

Who will be the caretaker of the deceased me?

When flowers wither and spring comes to a close,

It is time for a girl to see the last of her days.

Once the spring ends and the girl dies,

Flowers and girl would be unknown to one another.”