I know that Her beauty will not last for ever, but In between there is pretty trace of her beauty, I know that my flowers will fade away, but Anyhow I presented them to her To feel their pretty trace, so It's the matter of anyone's pretty trace and It's the matter of anything's pretty trace anytime... ______________________________________________________________________
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Time withers beauty and freshness of flower and everything alive.But, we live in moments with an aim to make it permanent.A wonderful thought.