Death is a comfort.
-Lin
They are all connected and can never be opened.
Life is a knot, a knot.
Died a terrible death,
A cloud.
A rope, hold it forever,
Life is like a kite, which rarely flies far.
Death is a river fog,
Fly away in confusion
Long journey, always halfway,
Life is a series of steps, heavy as mud,-
Death is everywhere,
No more hard work.
A stream running day and night,
Life is an escape, always leaving!
You'll only die once,
It's comfort