Sand has flowed out the hourglass.
Time is meaningless to them.
Sand melts down, turns to glass.
New sand goes inside, flows free for a while.
Nature in his purity.
Waves just travel on the tide.
There’s no border on their path.
Reach the coast, touch the sand.
New sand goes inside. Flows free for a while.
Joins the sea, rides the tide.
Building up the world.
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