As a son of the earth, he was born a sinner of disaster and misfortune. The secular people call him the evil star, the source of evil, the inevitable destruction and death of everything around him. They are only worthy of serving as slaves for the powerful. A slave works hard all his life, but he cannot guard a green tomb. The accumulated spittle and curses of the world have turned into a cage, and the struggling and twisted bones are exposed in the desert where no one has touched them. If you happen to catch a glimpse of the untouched whiteness, please be sure to burn his bones in the blazing fire until they are completely gone. He turned into smoke and dust flying all over the sky, acting unscrupulously. There was no cage or curse. ----------------------------------------------------------Death, what a wonderful relief.