A morning when the blanket of Darkness folds,
And the Sun wakes up on the Pillow of the Mighty Mountains,
It witnesses The Valley of Love blooming with the buds of the Sweet memories, dancing in the breeze of Innocence,rejuvenated by the fragrance of Feelings
When each bud unfolds into a beautiful Flower,it clearly narrates its own Story,
When the clear Stream signifies that the Time runs and runs,even if u are Exhausted,
Carrying with itself the Sediments of Sweet and Sour Experiences of your Life.
Keep Loving Keep Living