Life is just like a cloud.We are moving without end.Nothing stays with us. What remains with us are memories of good times spent with our beloved ones.
some thing can not be described... some moments can not be shared... some feelings can not be explained... some words can not be described... but... nothing can be hidden from a true friend
Who is a friend, A push when u r stoped, a touch when u r lost,a word whenu r quiet, asmile when u r sad,a shoulder when u cry, May u have go0d friends