The feathers of mayflies, the clothes are beautiful. My heart is full of worries, and I will return to my home.
Mayfly wings, picking clothes. The sorrow in my heart has come to rest with me.
Mayflies are digging and reading, and the linen clothes are like snow. My heart is full of worries, please tell me.
They are the weakest and humble elves in the world. They live and die, but they have an extremely ancient history. They are nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They are born on the edge of waves and eventually die in heaven and earth. They do not drink or eat, and are not stained by fireworks. They stretch endlessly. There are few people with strong spiritual energy who can turn into human form, but they will eventually return to the dustless world. Today, which is within our reach, is a tomorrow that they can never dream of.