Time flows away from the fingers, leaving an eternal trace on the palm. Those are quicksands that will not be lost.
Youth is pure beauty and has nothing to do with pain or sadness.
An ordinary chronicle of youth, the youth flowing through the fingertips.
PS: The second part of "The Passing Time" has been completed
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