The Legend of the Wh

The body, which had been tormented by a terminal illness for so long, suddenly regained its strength, and his face flushed.,His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.。