I hate the end of everything: properties, relationships, and especially, lives.

However, we may find that the perishing of something can also become its beauty.

Like fruits, demonstrate various beautiful textures and shapes, only after their decomposing.

What is the meaning of perishing? Do endings always relate to disgusting results, or it depends on the angle of view?

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