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Aniccā—Everything is subject to change. This description of reality arouses a denial of acceptance. Possessions and expectations capture eternal images of dynamic objects. There’s an invisible cage trying to trap the moments of beauty, love, and affection—the illusion that shackled us in one moment. I remember the touch, the feeling, the texture, the emotions, but losing the reality, just like an empty cage, waiting for the moments to come again. I keep treasuring the matching frequency; hoping Dance meets the move, Hand meets hold, Bloom meets flowers, and it will hum out a nice Concert.