No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
All things must pass, all things must pass away.
But then it passed, as all things do.
This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.
All created things are impermanent. Strive diligently.