One day, I passed away. The ones who hated me danced with joy, while the ones who loved me shed tears like dew. The next day, my body was buried facing west, deep underground. The ones who hated me looked at my grave with a smile, while the ones who loved me dared not glance back. A year later, my bones had decayed, and my grave was battered by rain and wind. The ones who hated me still showed anger when mentioning me after meals, while the ones who loved me shed silent tears in the dead of night. Ten years later, only some remnants of my bones remained. The ones who hated me vaguely remembered my name but had forgotten my face, while those who loved me fell into a brief silence when thinking of me, as life gradually blurred everything. Decades later, my grave was eroded by rain and wind, leaving only desolation. The ones who hated me had forgotten me, and those who loved me had also entered the grave. To the world, I had become nothingness. I struggled throughout my life, yet couldn't take a single blade of grass. I was devoted throughout my life, yet couldn't take a shred of vanity and admiration. In this life, regardless of status or wealth, everyone will eventually take this final step. In the afterlife, looking back, my life seemed wasted! I wanted to cry bitterly but couldn't make a sound. I wanted to repent, but it was already too late! Live with your heart, not by others' standards. Love, hate, and grudges are all just self-admiration. Three thousand splendors, in the blink of an eye, a hundred years later, nothing but a handful of sand.