Seek an ancient poem about laughing to death. I saw it in the crematorium, but I forgot it. It seems to be a five-word quatrain.

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life

Start with your own crying,

Ending with someone else's tears,

At the same time,

This is called happiness.

People are alive,

Cry when you cry,

The voice is neither sad nor bitter,

Cry for the country and the people.

People will die,

Let others shed sincere tears,

Count it,

That is the pearl of life value.