One day, I passed away,
Those who hate me, dancing,
Those who love me, tears like dew.
The next day, my body was buried deep in the ground with my head facing west.
Those who hate me, look at my grave, with a smile on their faces,
The person who loves me, don't dare to look back at that.
A year later, my bones were rotting, and my graves were raining and blowing,
People who hate me, occasionally mention me after tea and dinner, still have a look of irritation,
Those who love me, in the dead of night, silent tears cry to whom.
Ten years later, I had no body, only some bones.
Those who hate me, who only vaguely remember my name, have forgotten my face,
O people who love me deeply, when they think of me, there is a short silence, and life gradually blurs everything.
Decades later, my graves were blown away by rain and wind, and there was only a desert,
People who hate me, forget me
Those who love me deeply have also entered the grave.
To this world, I was completely nothing.
I have struggled all my life, and I can't take away a tree and a tree.
I have been persistent all my life, and I can't take away a single bit of vanity and admiration.
In this life, no matter how rich or poor, one day we will come to this last step.
In the hereafter, Huo Ran looked back, my life was useless!
I wanted to cry bitterly, but I couldn't make a sound, I wanted to repent, but it was too late!
Live with your heart, don't take the eyes of others as a yardstick.
Love and hate are actually just love for themselves.
Three thousand prosperous, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand
