On barren place where nothing seem to grow, are collected the tears of sorrow, all of the weeping for loss and grief are collected here. As far as the eye can see, there is nothingness, no life not a single tree. As if some curse were spoken over this place, a place where no life can be. If not for the land that bears our sorrow, the earth would wither and die. So let your tear flow for what ever grief you may hold, for they will be caught by the salted ground.