The wonderful gift for you
There are words of old saying said"
Once the sands have run out of a person's hourglass,they con not be replaced,and the hour glass remembered, we forget time."
A tiny sand, born in time, grew up in time. Time is its master, protecting it in the hourglass. A grain of sand and a flow, finely broken; One shot, one arrow go forward without turning back. However, in a grain of small sand in an hourglass often to dream, only willing to, do not abandon, it does not increase, not reduce, compared to joy, the better accompany are in a relatively permanent way , at the time, a small smile. But, time never rots.
