When you come, you don't wear anything at all, and when you go, there is a wisp of green smoke. In fact, life is so simple. The crematorium is the last station of life. What glory and wealth, here are like smoke and dust, but for a moment;

When you come, you don't wear anything at all, and when you go, there is a wisp of green smoke. In fact, life is so simple.

The crematorium is the last station of life.

What glory and wealth are like smoke and dust here, but for a moment; what love and hatred are all gone and written off here.