Butterflies flitting from flower to flower's like a symbol of youth.
But it is not eternal.
The thing that there is nothing that unchanged the world, all the changing.
Worth and beauty as well, even the dream of a person ...
Dream lying like a stone.
But, it is also as the leaves.
Life is impermanence itself.
Death is the same as fallen leaves and dust that is blowing in the wind.
Itself to live is like a dream.
People might be looking at a dream in a dream.
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