Time is like a river, once it passes, it can no longer be seen. Life is the same. Once it has passed, it will never come back. The departure of some lives brings hatred, and this hatred will never come back as life goes away. In comparison, money is better. You can look back again and again, and you can lose again. The gurgling and flowing flows, rising and falling. The sound of booming is the wave, and the tinkling of the bell is the dormancy of the long history. The same is true in life.
Concept: We are all in a dark cave, protecting the candlelight in our hands