It is said that the deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

But look at the man, look at his life,

Watch the days in his trajectory go by day by day,

That morning, that afternoon, was over in the blink of an eye, and began again;

Look at the man, look at his things,

Look at the buns in his five internal organs temple,

Eat the rice and add three side dishes,

It's like a humanoid machine stuffed for its stomach;

Look at the man, and see him lying on the bed again and again,

or tossing and turning, or having a lot of thoughts,

But look at him, he's hesitating,

Saddened for an unattainable future,

If you ask me what life is, maybe that's life;

But look at him, look at him,

You see he's waiting for the dawn, you see he's sleeping quietly.

But you look at him, and you look at him for a long time,

You see that he is full of hope, and he walks in time to enjoy each day,

He began to walk down every noisy road every night,

He began to be grateful for life, he was a lover,

If you ask me what it means to live, that's it!

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