The bells of Gion Abode,
It is the afterglow of the impermanence of all things.
The colors of the two trees of Salo,
It shows that those who prosper must decline.
Prosperity cannot last long;
Like a dream on a spring night that is easy to wake up from,
The prosperous will eventually perish,
Like the wind blowing away dust.
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I patrol every day, and the lack of literature makes me cry
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I patrol every day, and the lack of literature makes me cry