In a gentle landscape, watching the breeze softly pass by, flowers bloom and wither, day after day. The gains, losses, cares, forgettings—let them all drift away with the wind. Watching the gains and losses in life, everything is predestined, no need to worry too much. Life is inherently illusory; coming is empty, leaving is empty.

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