A bud appears, blooms and
blossoms with time, withers and fades away. Such is the law of nature. Once in
an unfortunate while, a dark wind blows, and a fragile, fragrant rosebud
vanishes, uprooting the lives of many - crushing hopes, destroying dreams,
shattering hearts ... leaving behind a soul consuming void.
It is perhaps life's cruelest irony that it takes an irreplaceable loss for us to value what we already have - everything we take for granted
It is perhaps life's cruelest irony that it takes an irreplaceable loss for us to value what we already have - everything we take for granted
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