mosses in the old stone and
such as the wrinkles or waves on the elderly
seeing many dark spots widespread among them
Reminds me of the look of the space.

Flowing in the years that
It is going to go to resemble soil,
even the appearance as well as the soul,
 becoming  the appearances of  'Soil' and  'space' .


Wind, leaving traces of the years
All beings repeated birth and death in eternity
Different in a moment, but similar to each other.


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