Yinxiang, you know, if you still exist in this world, then this world is meaningful to me no matter what; but if you are no longer there, no matter how beautiful this world is, it is just a desert in my eyes, and I am like a lonely ghost.
Xin sorrow
The lone flying bird sings in mourning and says longevity, and the light clouds a hundred feet away show no sorrow.
The bond between life and death is so broad that it is difficult to get together in the end, and I have traveled with my son for thousands of weeks.