In the past there were mayflies, which lived in the morning and died in the evening, and died in the evening and lived again in the evening.
Although his life is humble, it is better than silence. Life and death, life and death, then we know that the way of life lies not in words but in not speaking, not in movement but in immobility, not in emotion but in ruthlessness, not in self but in selflessness.
Therefore, there is no action and no cure, no sorrow and no joy, no good and no evil.
I am not a mayfly, the mayfly is in me.
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