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Retreating again and again, retreating to the edge of oblivion, even forgetting why I retreated. Wait and wait, wait until your long-cherished wish becomes blurred, then think about why you are waiting. The flowers have fallen without knowing where they are going, and the love is so deep that we don't know where it started. (The cute new author writes from a Buddhist perspective, and I hope readers will read the article from a Buddhist perspective.)