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In the countless growing cycles of lotus with long history, if observe carefully,
you may feel the slight hints of life in their withering period;
and the growth season is likewise followed by the death shortly.
It’s like one layer is hidden from another one,
the decline and the flourish, which never split.
The lotus pond looks still, is a mirror of sky, reflecting the color of our flowing life.
When our bodies rot away, they turn into the soil underneath,
an absolutely spotless flower will bloom in next summer.
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