The time is passing.
Everything is changing.
We cannot stay the ones we were before.
The youth is never lasting,
And we keep on aging,
Yet still need something to look for.
Hope there's any sense.
Searching for the answers.
At least we hope to find them at the end.
Thank for every day,
For love and joy, and passion,
For every precious moment that we had.
Living
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