The last dawn
The flowers of human beings are like the flowers of a tree. They all bloom on the same stem and grow on the same branch. They fall with the wind. They have their own curtains and curtains, falling on the chief executive, on the fence, and on the side of the dung culvert.
There can be a thousand days of wine, and a cup of sleep can relieve a thousand worries.
But there is no immortal grass, and the three satins are covered with heaven and earth.
There is no care for this world anymore. Where was I at that time.
Conception: