The end of life

is immortal grandeur

And everything you can see is scenery

When you are old, you are used to leaning against the corner to watch the bleak

What you think is passers-by

The rest of your life is not long

There are stars everywhere you look

It can be said that-< p They are all dancing

vast, like the Milky Way

sorry, that is, dancing

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