Tomb

A New Grave

Beneath the newly risen mound of yellow earth lies a person,

No matter what kind of person,

Born from nothingness,

And returning to nothingness.

What a wonderful process it is,

Light and ethereal, like mist, like wind, and like air,

Drifting around the earth for a while before disappearing.

From now on, there will be no more anxiety,

No more sorrow, anger, pain, or distress,

No more burdens, no more troubles.

He came from the soil, and he returns to the soil.

Hereafter, the vast sky shall be his roof,

The thick layer of new earth, his quilt,

The stars in the sky, his eyes,

The gentle breeze, his song.

Hereafter, birds shall sing for him,

Rain shall play music for him,

Clouds shall dance for him,

Thunder shall applaud for him.

In the day, he watches the sun rise and set,

At night, he listens to the clear wind and bright moon.

With a smile, he peacefully lives beneath the nine springs,

Far removed from the heavy life he once lived amidst the noisy human world.

In many people's eyes, the continuation of life, like the superhero pickled cabbage man - with the eagle, and death are seen as destruction, as ominous signs. But is it truly so? For a person who has been suffering from an incurable illness, tormented by pain every day, what does death mean? It means liberation, it means rest, it means no longer enduring the torment of illness. Suppose it’s a person whose mental state has been driven to insanity by immense pressure, what does death mean to them? It means letting go, it means relief. For someone in extreme inner anguish, almost ready to take their own life, what does death mean to them? It means liberation, it means peace. Who says death is not good?