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Three Tales of Life and Death |
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As a Tree, I have waited for a hundred years in this world. I waited for a heavy
rain to green the lonely mountains, a fierce storm to tear everything apart, a
beautiful castle to turn into a barren desert, a charming girl to turn into an
old woman, and the destruction of this world. Then, I would turn into dust and
drift in the universe, starting an endless wait once again. Waiting for the next
transformation of the world, waiting for the next civilization to thrive.
As a Bird, I would sing my heart out in my life. My voice would cross thousands
of mountains and rivers to reach your heart. Have you heard my passionate
longing? My voice would float on the top of white clouds, reverberating between
heaven and earth. There is my pure and sincere soul in my voice. Have you seen
it? When I stop singing and crying, I think my life is over. My feathers
scatter, my eyes dim, and my body falls to the ground, rotting, emitting a
disgusting smell, and without any vitality. Then, the earth tolerantly embraces
me and others, telling me to close my eyes and say goodnight to this world.
As a Butterfly, I only have 14 days to live. How can I do what I love in such a
short time? I think I would fly across thousands of mountains and rivers,
playing among the flowers and forests. I observe the changes of the world and
the prosperity and decline of the sea. I wait for the winter to pass and the
spring to come, listening to the snow and the wind. I walk alone in the cold
wind, without anyone caring or worrying. When the 14 days are up, my wings no
longer shine, my colorful scales gently fall with the wind, my body is no longer
straight, and I fall from the sky and gently lie in the spider's web. I watch
the eight-legged monster crawl towards me, unable to struggle or resist. Its
fangs tear my body and enjoy my short life. In the end, I lose consciousness,
and the world becomes dark. I think, if there is a next life, I still want to be
a butterfly. Why? I don't know either. |
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