The world is a soap bubble.

Everything is borrowed, everything is temporary.

Every form is born, grows, and disappears.

Sorrows, grudges, joys, memories, identities.

What are we clinging to?

Every flower will wither in the breeze.

Why do we fret?

Every tear will be washed away in the rain.

What we live today is all that today is.

What we live today, tomorrow will be nothing.

It doesn't matter what forms are born, live, and die.

Today we live what we live today.

The world is a breath of life.