A bit of rice in a string bag:
the rice spills,
we have to sweep it up…
What will be left here when you die?
Not the rice
not the tea
left
somewhere
when the monk
knocked over the cup
not
not
A bit of rice in a string bag:
the rice spills,
we have to sweep it up…
What will be left here when you die?
Not the rice
not the tea
left
somewhere
when the monk
knocked over the cup
not
not
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