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The Journey of Life Through Three Forms |
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As a Tree, I have stood for a hundred years, silently witnessing the world’s
endless cycles. I wait for the heavy rains that will drape the lonely mountains
in green, for fierce storms to tear apart the old and weary. I watch as grand
castles crumble into deserts, and as a charming girl grows into an old woman. I
await the destruction of this world, knowing that when it finally comes, I will
turn to dust and drift through the universe—beginning another timeless wait.
Always waiting for the world’s next transformation, for a new civilization to
rise and flourish.
As a Bird, my life is a song poured from the depths of my heart. My voice
travels across countless mountains and rivers, reaching out to touch your soul.
Can you hear my passionate longing? My melody soars atop white clouds, echoing
between heaven and earth. In every note lies my pure and sincere spirit. Have
you felt it? When my singing fades and my cries cease, I know my life is ending.
My feathers scatter, my eyes grow dim, and my body falls to the earth—rotting,
lifeless, and forgotten. Yet the earth embraces me gently, whispering for me to
close my eyes and rest from this world’s weary noise.
As a Butterfly, my time is brief—just fourteen days to live fully. How can I do
justice to what I love in such a short span? I would dance across mountains and
rivers, playing among flowers and forests. I would observe the world’s changing
tides, the rise and fall of the seas. I would wait for winter’s cold to fade and
spring’s warmth to arrive, listening to the whispering snow and wind. Alone in
the chill, unnoticed and uncared for, I live my fleeting days. When my time
ends, my wings lose their glow, my colorful scales drift away on the breeze, and
I fall gently from the sky into a spider’s web. Helpless, I watch the
eight-legged predator approach, unable to fight or flee. Its fangs pierce me,
savoring my brief existence. Darkness closes in, and I lose consciousness. If
there is a next life, I would still choose to be a butterfly—though why, I
cannot say. |
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