If you weeped for the missing sunset,you would miss all the shining stars.

Promises are often like the butterfly, which disappear after beautiful hover.

In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

Life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance, you must keep moving.

Blessed is he that expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says “I’m possible

For every dark night, there’s a brighter day.

Promises are often like the butterfly, which disappear after beautiful hover.

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Another angle
Kind of the “behind the scenes” of the shot I shared with you yesterday