Rough winds shake the beloved buds of May.
And summer will come and go too quickly.
Everything beautiful sometime will lose its beauty
by misfortune or by nature’s plan.
But our memories will never fade
William Shakespeare
Rough winds shake the beloved buds of May.
And summer will come and go too quickly.
Everything beautiful sometime will lose its beauty
by misfortune or by nature’s plan.
But our memories will never fade
William Shakespeare