Rain is tormenting the ground and melts the thin coat of snow revealing a ground covered with mud and dead leaves from beneath... A moment ago a beautiful white veil and and already a stench of moist dirt instead of it, sludge and ponds... Grey tombstones standing and leaning in dirty ground like rotten teeth in a filthy mouth...
 
 While the ravens cry out the young Elise rises from her grave... Because a true love never dies, does it? No, even though there is a saying "until death do you part"!

Because true love is measured only in death...