Every thing is doomed to die at the beginning of its birth, and time gives the starting point and the end point at the same time. just like human beings, from the first cry at birth to the last groan on the verge of death, the first cry is like a greeting for reunion, and the last groan is like a farewell, and I always have a deep memory of farewell. For life, this is the last word, But I think last words are not the prerogative of human beings. If human beings think that human beings
have a unique specialness in the world, then everything has its own specialness in the world, and no matter who it is, its existence will go to death. Some of the struggles left at the
time may also be the ultimate of the ontology. Leaving is sad for anyone, it is a doomed regret for us, and it also gives me an opportunity to record the process of a form disappearing, and the voice in the process is its last words.

BUT?