Death is nothing more than hiding oneself and oneself through the road of nostalgia A pile of cultured earth Qingming from the soul to the soul ancestor circle on the closed loop in another world's blackboard full of formulas
author:Kunlun Barefoot Immortal
Death
But it is through the road of nostalgia
Hide yourself and your time
grave
A pile of cultured soil
Clear
From soul to soul
The circle of ancestors is closed-loop
On the blackboard of another world
Full of formulas and answers
Years and years
In the drizzle of the bright time of the season
Children and grandchildren who calibrate the radius of life
Incense was burned again and again in front of the tomb