Help me write a poem in memory of my late elder (great-grandmother).

I met you a few years ago, and at a certain moment, somewhere was still in my ear, which lasted for thousands of years. My temples are ups and downs, and I am very sad and sad. Forgot to leave a wound, the shape is different from that of another city. I don't want to depend on each other. I love justice and dream of justice. I remember that after several bumps, my feelings passed away and I was exhausted. After losing feelings, the dream is thousands of miles away and the face is still beautiful. Sadly, I passed away and drove the crane west. Alas!