The Last Time

Time is precious. Time is free. And it's priceless. Time wonderfully shows us what really matters. Time is measured not by clock but the memories.

Love finds time. Love makes the time pass. And time makes love pass. Suddenly, love have found you. It's sweet. Delightful. Delicate.

But how would you make the last time you found love, lasts?

What if the last time you found each other would be your last?

What if that last time doesn't last forever?