In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is just a momentary mottled streamer.Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a kind of sadness that the ending is doomed, where will you and I be after thousands of years?The home country, the fire of civilization, and the earth are just a speck of dust in the deep space.A moment in the starry sky, a thousand years in the world.Insect Ming's life is only autumn, and you and I are fighting to cross.What is at the end of deep space?