When the flowers bloom on the other shore, no one will be young anymore; the end of life calls for the other shore.
Flying clouds for hundreds of miles for thousands of years, surfing the waves and washing sand with your mind.
It is the end, but also a new starting point for everyone.
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All living beings are on the shore, a different world, looking forward to flying hundreds of miles away
All living beings are on the shore, a different world, looking forward to flying hundreds of miles away