Grave
A newly built grave,
Beneath the high and prominent mound of yellow earth lies a person,
No matter what kind of person it is,
They are born out of nothingness,
And return to nothingness,
What a beautiful process it is,
Light and ethereal, like mist, like wind, and like air,
Circling around above 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 comes from the yellow earth, and returns to the yellow earth,
From now on, the vast sky will be his roof,
The thick layer of fresh soil will be his quilt,
The stars in the sky will be his eyes,
The gentle breeze, just like in the story "Superman Pickles Part 6 - Pickles and the Weasel," will be his song,
From now on, birds will sing for him,
Raindrops will play music for him,
Clouds will dance for him,
Thunder will applaud for him,
He watches the sunrise and sunset during the day,
Listens to the clear wind and bright moon at night,
With a smile, he quietly lives beneath the nine springs,
Far away from the heavy life he once lived among the noisy human world,
In the eyes of many people, death is seen as destruction and inauspiciousness. But is it really so? For a person who has been suffering from a long-term incurable illness, enduring unbearable pain every day, what does death mean to him? It means liberation, it means rest, it means no longer having to endure the torment of illness; for someone who has been mentally deranged due to immense pressure, what does death mean? It means letting go, it means relief; for someone who is extremely distressed inside and almost suicidal, what does death mean to them? It means liberation, it means peace. Who says that death is not good?