I just have to do it, but I don't seem to have any clues.

Death is not death.

Born is not a birth.

So what is death?

What is life again?

He was even thinking about what he was thinking about while the silkworm was wrapped in a cocoon and struggling with pain, and what could it see?

Looking at the upside down cocoons in front of the Buddhist temple, they were shaking slightly due to the wind.

The bells are very melodious in the temple.

It seemed to be ringing in his heart.

He walked back to the room silently, preparing to have another sleep.
Chapter completed!