There is such a sudden surprise when a person dies, and he cannot afford to cry out for it.
Alas, I only have a shadow on the human world. How can we live together but die differently?
How can two people who die together meet each other? A pair of white bones in the barren mountain.
When I was alive, it hung over my eyes, and accompanied me from morning to day to read history books.
What is the lacquered coffin? The appearance of the heart is almost imitable.
Last year's laughter has turned into dust, but today's dream brings tears.
(Chen Hengke's "Inscribed on the Portrait of Chunqi")
I don't know who it was who sighed softly: "Under the sky, next to your thoughts, I will miss you less from now on."