The fate of tools

Fate turns like the spokes of a wheel,

When the wheel is broken,

The driver descends to replace it with a better, stronger one.

Tools of speed will always be replaced,

How sad is r

How sad their shortness of life, they are like butterflies in the breeze,

Beautiful for three days, then quickly swept away: dead, forgotten.

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