Any pretty flowers that smile today, then Tomorrow will be their last day... What's the difference between a flower's tomorrow and That of our tomorrow? Indeed I don't find any difference Simply because that tomorrow Will come next day or In the coming days inevitably... Tomorrow's coming is inevitable For us or for a flower Just to expire permanently... It is something normal for all things' tomorrow To come, then to expire... It is something inevitable for all of us's tomorrow To come, then to expire... Our expiration is inevitable Whenever it comes and all other things too Including those pretty flowers That smile one day, then They will die in the next day... This is the life we live and everything too... ______________________________________________________________________
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