Every story has there end, nothing last forever in this temporary land,
time had taken almost everything from us, but tell me, who can stop the
clock? and take back what time has stole us?
Everything is nothing, what can satisfy, what is real need? money,
fashion and sex, just let emptiness, replacing indeed what love can
give...
some people don't seen to realize, that beauty is a temporary glory, like the flowers in spring, soon winter will come visiting
remember the essential part of your life comes from the inside...
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