re it like this, one day after another. Day after day, year after year, until we grow old, die, and be buried in the earth, turning into dust."He drooped his eyelids: "Life really has no meaning."Jian...iant tree was about to topple over.There were no unexpected discoveries. The top of the tree was also peacefully and serene with the passage of time.Just like the strange whistles heard before, it was...