The blurry vision gradually cleared, and I could see the warm sunlight streaming through the window into the ward.,His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.。
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