As small as fine grains of dust, memories are like fallen sacrifices from the sky.
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Who draws the sky as a boundary, encircles all living beings, and wipes away spiritual wisdom!
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"Should I really disappear, be annihilated, and be replaced by it? Or is it me, and I am it?"
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Hourglass. Who touched my memory? Is it a fantasy or the beauty I once had?