Life, is very fragile, such an imperfect way of energy to create a life, then be destroyed. Nothing that has a soul will ever be hardy, or tough enough to accept the cycle of the fragile sustainibilty of life. Even in all of the universe, weakness lurks, and the fragile side is bonded to every atom, all is fraglie and should be preserved and controlled. Even a certain life form lurks around us secretly, and has a weakness.
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I would like to translate this poem