Learn the spirit of candles or something.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. This poem is from Untitled by Li Shangyin. Willing to express our feelings forever. It's like a spring silkworm spitting all its silk before it dies, and it's like a burning candle burning itself to ashes before it dries its tears.

We should learn the sacrifice of candles and the selfless dedication to illuminate others in order to understand the last moment of their lives.