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At Calm Midnight

At midnight
I am wide awake

From the next door
The sound of children's light soft breathing calmly reaches my ears
"Is the world after death like this?"
An idea occurs to me

Everything repeats eternal movements
To obtain birth, live and die

In a quiet space like this
It seems that
Such a thing doesn't matter to me

The air, too
Seems as if breathing gently