In the countless growing cycles of lotus with long history, if observe carefully, 
you may feel the slight hints of life in their withering period;
and the growth season is likewise followed by the death shortly.
It’s like one layer is hidden from another one, 
​​​​​​​the decline and the flourish, which never split.
The lotus pond looks still, is a mirror of sky, reflecting the color of our flowing life.
When our bodies rot away, they turn into the soil underneath, 
an absolutely spotless flower will bloom in next summer.