"Flowers teach us that nothing is permanent; neither their beauty nor their wiltness is permanent. Remember this, whether you are happy or sad. Everything passes, grows old, dies and is reborn."
How many storms would I have to go through before I figured this out?
"Flowers teach us that nothing is permanent; neither their beauty nor their wiltness is permanent. Remember this, whether you are happy or sad. Everything passes, grows old, dies and is reborn."
How many storms would I have to go through before I figured this out?