awe of nature's fading hue. The passing time, like water, gently weaves A tapestry of memories anew. In silent moments, thoughts begin to soar, Reflecting on the paths we've left behind. The future beckons from an unseen shore, While present joys enlighten heart and mind. "The Whisper of Time“ Each fleeting second holds a precious gift, A chance to love, to learn, to grow, to be. Through storms and sunshine, let our spirits lift, Embracing life in all its mystery. For in the end, it's not the years we count, But how we've lived that truly will amount. (リーブス) (ウィーブス) (ヒュー) (アニュー) (ソア) (ショア) (ビイハインド) (マインド) (リフト) (ギフト) (ビィ) (ミステリー) (カウント) (アマウント)