If one day you become the God of Death, what will you do? Is it to carry out your duties with a sickle in hand, or is it still like a fish, playing in the water like singing, free and easy? But some people will take heaven and earth as a trap and express all the sorrows in the world. I will keep my heart pure and loyal to my bones.
Intention: Everyone has witnessed the countless sorrows in the world, but I will engrave my pure heart on my loyal bones.
