Life is vast, but ultimately insignificant...

Leaving this world completely amidst the wailing of loved ones,
And then lying forever in that cold grave accompanied by music and song.

A lifetime is short, but death is long,
So long that a hundred years later, no one will remember you ever existed in this world...

One generation is growing old, while another is dying...
This month alone, three elderly people from just over twenty families in one corner of the village have passed away one after another...

As a child, I longed to grow up quickly,
But after growing up, I still feel that childhood was the most peaceful...

Wasting half a lifetime for a few pieces of silver,
But never realizing that this was my life all along...

Sigh, what kind of life allows one to say at the end,
"I have not lived in vain in this world"?