Another Story Must Begin!

There Is No Rapture In The Love Which Is Prompted By Esteem; Such Affection Is Lasting, Not Passionate.

The Owl Goes Not Into The Nest Of The Lark.

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death Achieves The Ideal.

Happiness Lies For Those Who Cry, Those Who Hurt, Those Who Have Searched, And Those Who Have Tried For Only They Can Appreciate The Importance Of People Who Have Touched Their Lives.