laitimes

All things cycle through life and death, death and death. Spring is born and summer is long, and autumn harvest is hidden in winter. Yes and no, yes and no is empty. The heart goes with a thousand turns, gathering and scattering. Empty, self-motionless. All things grow,

Everything is cyclical

Life, death, death, death and death.

Spring is born and summer is long, and autumn harvest is hidden in winter.

Yes and no, yes and no is empty.

The heart goes with a thousand turns, gathering and scattering.

Empty, self-motionless.

Everything grows, the cycle of life and death.

Everything is cyclical

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