"I know that eternal death is coming, and I am not sad/there is my wish in the pine forest/there is a sea below, which looks like a pool from a distance/a little afternoon sunshine accompanies me/the world is over, and the world is still long/I should rest in the middle/people who pass by say the branches are low/people who pass by say the branches are long."
In the poet's view, death is no longer a painful and sad thing, but a comfortable rest after walking, and his heart is full of longing and expectation. But in this world, "people who pass by say the branches are low/people who pass by say the branches are long" are still boring people who make irresponsible remarks and drag out an ignoble existence. They regard the poet's death as a talk after dinner, so numb, so cold and so helpless. The poet is tired, and he longs for peace and rest.
Everything was verified, the poet finally rested in his grave bed, and the world really regarded his wife's murder as an anecdote. No matter the madman or the devil, the poet finally disappeared into the darkness with all the mystery. A paranoid and willful life full of fantasy and perfect ideas was born in the dark and returned to the dark, only burning out the dazzling meteor light in an instant. Gu Cheng, no one can understand you, and no one can understand your strange trajectory. That's your assessment of us?