We were once brilliant, but now we will return to dust. We used to be hot, but now we're buried in yellow sand. We were once pampered and well-maintained, but now we are deserted.
We were created, beautiful and refined. There are countless people's hard work behind my brilliant appearance. Our beauty is breathtaking. Like human newborns, we have to endure the baptism of years. We have scars. We are no longer refined. We have been abandoned, we have become useless and garbage in people's mouths. We are devastated. Our eyes are full of cracks. We have been given life by man, and now we are going to give life to man. We have seen the stars, we have seen the sun, we have seen the clouds. We have been caressed by the wind, flooded by water, buried by sand. Now we are in the dust.
"We" are: cracked sculptures, abandoned houses, cars, and trophies still standing on the counter. We are useless.
We live in the world. We are part of the world. We form the world. We are towering buildings, we are crowded slums, we are chained pigs and cows to be slaughtered, we are part of the world. We are the sand in the bowl, we are the sand painting thangka. We live in the world. We are reincarnated in the world.
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