1, if the deceased is not buried in the hearts of the living, he is really dead.

2, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head and be a willing ox.

3, past lives have been dead. . . It is my sin to leave the mud of life on the ground, not to plant trees, but to grow weeds. . . The fire ran underground and rushed; Once the lava is ejected, it will burn all the weeds and trees, so it will not rot. But I am calm and happy. I can laugh and I can sing.