I’ve always thought this is a bereaved lover, standing at his love’s graveside. Her funeral saw him with a rose in his hand, her money in his pocket, but while he sees the morning light, she never will again. He’s struggling to come to terms with her loss and can’t let her go…
I’ve always thought this is a bereaved lover, standing at his love’s graveside. Her funeral saw him with a rose in his hand, her money in his pocket, but while he sees the morning light, she never will again. He’s struggling to come to terms with her loss and can’t let her go…