The end of life is the place you reach after stepping on the graves of people you know. It was overgrown with grass and dead, and no one wanted to go there.
"Brother, Sister Ah Zhun. I'm here to find you."
"Ziying..."
The old Song Yuqiu walked tremblingly and stepped into the place closest to his old friends.
He has no home in the world, just like catkins floating in the wind and rain, walking alone in the world.
Intention: To pay tribute to the young man who laughed heartily on the cloud cliff.