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Life
Where does life come from?
And where does it go?
Countless people have pondered this question.
Buddhism says:
Life comes from nothingness
And returns to nothingness.
Christianity says:
Life comes from God
And returns to heaven.
Science says:
Life comes from the ocean
And ends up in molecules.
Oh, life,
Where do you truly come from?
And where do you truly go?
Look at the soil beneath our feet,
Perhaps we can find answers there.
In the soil beneath our feet,
So many old bones are buried.
Under the piles of yellow earth in the fields,
So many rotten coffins lie.
Underneath our cities,
Our villages,
Our houses,
So many ancient tombs rest.
Within these tombs and their decayed coffins,
Are our grandfathers, great-grandfathers, and even further ancestors...
For 5000 years,
Who dares to say
That those walking on the ground outnumber those lying beneath it?
In this world,
Every second someone is born,
And every second someone dies.
The cycle of life and death happens daily,
Yet these events are like dust blowing by,
We often overlook them.
It's precisely because we overlook them
That we live so joyfully,
Busy with no end in sight.
Today getting married, tomorrow divorcing,
Today making money happily, tomorrow demoted and sad.
Rarely do we think about this:
Today we exist, perceiving this world,
Tomorrow we don't know where we'll end up.
Illness, natural disasters, car accidents, war,
A lump of mud falling from a roof, a ditch on the ground,
A car, a fire, a pool of water,
Any moment could cause us to fall.
Never to rise again.
Many times,
We aren't stronger than an ant,
Nor more capable than a grasshopper.
But still, we humans boast that we can conquer nature.
Flowers bloom and fade, then bloom again,
Grass turns green and yellow, then green again,
Crops are harvested and grow anew,
People are like crops in the fields,
One generation after another is born,
One generation after another dies,
No matter if you're a great person or a commoner,
None escape this fate.
Our flesh and blood,
Now able to move, arms and legs that walk,
Brains that think and speak,
Blood that flows, hearts that beat,
Will all become one with the soil in a hundred years,
Turning into the swaying weeds atop graves.