I found the title of an English poem on Google. The poem is about a person who looks at the tombstone (1934-1998) at the funeral of his dead friend and thinks that the year of birth (1934) and the year of death (1998) are not important.
Original poem:
How do you live?
I read a man standing up and talking.
At a friend's funeral.
He mentioned the date on her tombstone.
From the beginning … to the end.
He noticed that the first was her date of birth.
Tell the next day in tears,
But he said the most important thing is
It's the interval between those years.
Because dashes represent all the time.
The time she spent alive on earth ...
Now only those who love her.
Know how much that line is worth.
Because it doesn't matter how much we have;
Cars ... houses ... cash,
What matters is how we live and love.
And how we spend our sprint.
So consider this long and difficult …
Do you want to change anything?
Because you never know how much time you have left,
It can also be rescheduled.
If we can slow down,
To think about what is real,
Always try to understand
How other people feel.
Don't get angry easily,
Show more appreciation
Love the people in our lives
As if we had never loved each other.
If we respect each other,
And always smiling ...
Remember this special dash.
It may only last for a little while.
So, when your eulogy is read,
Repeat with your life's actions …
Will you be proud of what they said?
How do you spend your sprint?