Time fleets cruelly like a willful trouble maker. When you hesitate a little to move forward, he would play tricks to make you heart-wrenching and not to turn round.
I own the world famous mountains and rivers which are nothing worthy of earning a turn from me and that are just worn-out stones and bleak rivers. Probably, my sincereness is left from all over myself to be the only thing that may deserve a glance. If you want, take it.