Beyond the Deep Sky

In the vast universe, the birth and death of a star system is just a fleeting, mottled light. Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a sense of sadness that the ending is already predetermined, where will you and I be in a thousand years? Family and country, the fire of civilization, the Earth, are all just a speck of dust in the deep space. A moment in the starry sky, a thousand years in the human world. The chirping of insects is but a fleeting autumn in a lifetime, you and I are the same, both struggling to cross. What exactly is at the end of the deep sky?