And it is over ...

Sometimes when we are running at full speed, we come to know that it is over.
Sometimes when the falling leaves and blooming roses fail to catch our attention, we come to know that it is over.
Sometimes when the warmth of the company of our freinds is kindling new hopes in our hearts, we come to know that it is over.
Sometimes when the smile of a child is taking our hearts away, we come to know that it is over.

At those moments, I just look down at my hands and into my heart, and make a silent wish. And then my dreams drift me away ...