One day I passed away

If one day I die, how many people will remember me?

One day, I passed away, and the people who hated me danced with smiles on their faces, and the people who loved me were in tears and had nowhere to tell

The day after my death, my body was buried deep underground with my head facing south and north, and the people who hated me looked at my grave with disgust, and those who loved me did not dare to turn back and forget

A year later, my bones have rotted, my grave is raining and windy, overgrown with weeds, and those who hate me think of me by chance, still with a look of disgust and disgust, and those who love me are drooling in pain in the middle of the night...

Twenty years later, my body has decayed, only a pile of white bones remains, those who hate me can vaguely remember my name, but they have forgotten my appearance, people who love me, when they think of me, there is still a wave of heartache in their hearts, and time gradually blurs everything and forgets everything

Decades later, my grave is still windy, overgrown, and desolate, and those who hate me have long forgotten me. The people who loved me also passed away one by one with time, and when no one remembered me, I became nothing...

I can't take too much in my life, I want to stay too little, and after many years, everyone will go to the last step and die...

Looking back, this life was wasted, I wanted to cry bitterly, but I couldn't make a sound, I wanted to repent, but it was too late.

Live well! Don't live in someone else's world, and don't let other people's gossip affect you. Live well! Don't take love and hate so seriously, cherish what you want to cherish most in your heart, and love yourself well.

A hundred years later, it will be just a bunch of yellow sand that will go away with the wind