Time sure flies fast, without us realizing it,
Time has stolen our innocence.
We're no longer the white piece of cloaks wondering in the meadow field,
The purity of our cloaks are now tarnished with colours and dirts.
Some were painted with beautiful colours,
While some wore darker shades of life,
Still, our journeys does not end here. The cloak is still half painted.
Time is experience. Time heals the broken hopes and shattered dreams.
If you have fallen, stand up. Because even the most ugliest painting can be a beautiful thing.
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