intro: In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is just a flash of light. Looking up at the stars, there is always a sadness that the ending is destined. Where are you and I thousands of years later? The country, the fire of civilization, and the earth are just a speck of dust in the deep sky. In a flash of the starry sky, thousands of years in the world. Insects will not sing until autumn, and you and I are also fighting for it. What is at the end of deep space?