We are rocks,
The most solid soil.
When the rain comes,
Rock turns into earth,
When the rain stops,
The soil turned into dust.
We are insignificant specks of dust,
will eventually be scattered in the wind,
Die by thunder,
Lost in the sea of fog,
Caught in fire.
Maybe we will die eventually,
No trace is seen,
Leave no trace behind.
But who can deny,
The world changed by the dust,
There won't be any difference.
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