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.”