Nightmare

It was a windy day. Dark clouds had shrouded the sky, only a few rays of sunlight were able to escape from there and shin down upon the world. Judging from the moisture in the air, rain was not unexpected. 

Down on the earth, in the grounds of a graveyard stood a small group of people—both men and women. They stood before a grave, which had been freshly planted. 

All of them had their gazes casting downward; some shed tears, some of the women leaned on the shoulders of their husbands, some were blabbering amongst themselves about how they never expected this to happen. 

There was an old women who had a mental breakdown and was crying continuously while sitting on the ground, and there was a couple of a man and woman. The man clenched the woman with one of this hand as they watched toward the grave with a saddened expression on their faces.