Look at this heavy snow, how white it is. So white without a trace of impurities.
You can see it as calm, or you can see it as monotony.
You can think of it as holiness, or you can think of it as loneliness.
How you want to see it depends on your heart and the difference in what you seek.
As long as it's what you really want,
It's life, it's death, it's glory, it's withering,
No matter what happens in the eyes of others,
That is also your happiness.
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