If there is a destiny to be loved,
there is also a history to be regreted.
Today is a gift from pain of yesterday,
that is why it is called present.
They missed the life,
but crossed the road.
Sunshine can not take the time back
but can take back the memory.
When the diariy faded away with the seasons,
the endless love hiden with the postcard,
there is still something never lost,
which is named as hope, like son of yours.
which is named as hope, like son of yours.
this poem is from my friend.In my opinion , the meaning of the poem can properly express my feel from my heart.life is destiny.but hope andlove is in it .present is a gift.please cherish!!!
