Borrowed time, moments we wished could last forever,
Like fleeting glimpses of a shooting star,
We hold onto the memories, never wanting to let them go,
But time slips through our fingers like grains of sand.

Each precious moment, a gift from above,
A stolen kiss in the moonlight,
A shared laugh under a starry sky,
We wish we could freeze time in these moments forever.

But life is a river, always flowing,
And we are mere passengers, carried along in its current,
We cling to the memories, hoping to...