all through our lives, we must keep good-by ready you can reckon solitude as the best friend who’ll never betray you…
at the end of our lives, some recall the stories of being loved others of loving
I’m sure I’ll recall the story of loving…
Day-to-day pics and words by nob… My dear beautiful lovely days passing with pretended nonchalance… Everything is a once-in-a-lifetime chance… The river current never stops flowing, and its water keeps changing… The blowing wind will never be able to come back to the present same place…