it is always raining rose flowers everyday... but there's only one in every ten billion flower roses that you will catch and leave others behind. what the catcher would choose could be meaningless for us, but for the catcher... it could be his world, it could be his everything.
go, my dear catcher... go with your ever dearest evanescent rose flower now. we know that its petals will soon wilt and will soon die... but i know what you have caught and what you have embraced with your whole soul in this lifetime is a glimpse of eternity in a moment that is dying... what you hold treasure in your hands-- with its beauty and its thorns... is a glimpse of the face of God in a moment that is ending but will etched a happy memory in the vastness of the universe that would last forever in the time of God... till we meet again. denmar
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