You place the letter handwritten by Rose and the fresh flowers beside the tombstone. Looking at the tombstone quietly facing the sea, you recall Rose's words and sigh, thinking it truly is a poignant love story.
Suddenly, a warm sea breeze blows, gently brushing your cheek, as if Rose's longing has been conveyed. The boy from those years is warmly responding through the sea breeze. For some reason, your eyes become a bit moist.