Certain things are bound to an end:
Your favorite school bag that you got from the mall,
The flower necklace you made out of chamomile the other day,
And the freshness and gleam of your juvenile face.
These things will gradually leave you
The schoolbag will rot and crumble
The flowers will fade and disappear
And your skin will wrinkle up and change
...
Certain things are bound to an end,
And other things are not:
The memory of holding the bag to school will remain
The photo while wearing the necklace will be cherished
And the smiles radiating your skin will become immortal.
Life is not bound to physical measures
Life is a series of memories, photos, and smiles.
Cherish them and forget everything that exists in the realm of time.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
Certain things are bound to an end:
Your favorite school bag that you got from the mall,
The flower necklace you made out of chamomile the other day,
And the freshness and gleam of your juvenile face.
These things will gradually leave you
The schoolbag will rot and crumble
The flowers will fade and disappear
And your skin will wrinkle up and change
...
Certain things are bound to an end,
And other things are not:
The memory of holding the bag to school will remain
The photo while wearing the necklace will be cherished
And the smiles radiating your skin will become immortal.
Life is not bound to physical measures
Life is a series of memories, photos, and smiles.
Cherish them and forget everything that exists in the realm of time.
