The Other Side of Deep Space

In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is nothing more than a flash of mottled light.

Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a sense of sadness that the ending is predetermined. Where will you and I be thousands of years later? The country, the fire of civilization, and the earth are nothing more than a speck of dust in the deep space.

The starry sky is a moment, and the human world is a thousand years.

The chirping of insects is only autumn, and you and I are fighting for it.

What is at the end of the deep space?