Old age is like a plane flying
Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you are aboard there is nothing you can do about it.
Love is like a violin, the music may stop every now and then, but remember the strings remain forever! Missing you, my love!
Sometimes people are beautiful
sometimes people are beautiful not in looks. not in what they say. Just in what they are.
A baby dog asks mama dog: How papa looks like. Mama dog said: ‘Your dad came from behind, I do not have the chance to see its face carefully! ‘