All the Ephemera

They all had vivid personalities when they were alive, but after their death few people even remember their original names. It's like a mayfly passing through the world, but it doesn't quite look like it. ———————— When disasters come one after another, the young people tacitly put on their shirts and are willing to lose their names and become a stone that will forever protect the mountains and rivers. Mayflies are insignificant to heaven and earth, and young men are also insignificant to heaven and earth. However, mayflies only seize the day and night, but young men do not care about the date of return. A song makes all the ephemerals come into being, and the mountains and rivers sing for me.