Do you know about ephemera?
When the sun rises, they live at sunrise, and when the sun sets, they die at sunset.
For them, a lifetime is like a half-turn of the watch on their hand.
Birth, marriage, death. We say that they live and die, and that we look at them as if the universe is looking at us.
But we forget that there are 36,500 days from sunrise to sunset.
People always ask, are they pitiful?
But those who asked had watched the sunset thirty-six thousand five hundred times and the mayflies thirty-six thousand five hundred times.
Are they pitiful?
We just don't know. They are small in size. So the wind blows. They floated upward.
Maybe when they died, they faced the light and thought.
I just.
He is about to become an immortal.
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