Master once regretted letting me know what death was when I was still ignorant. He also regretted that he took me around just because of an instruction. Even though I never thought it was a big deal, he was still worried about it until he died.
Unexpectedly, in the year he died, I met someone who could reassure him that I was alive. Having said that, in fact, I only met him maybe three or five times in sixteen years, but it was only through these few meetings that I finally understood what it means to make a living after wasting forty years in this world.
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