Time passes, and so does love. Tears flow and fade, as does joy. Buses depart, trains move on, and the dazzling moments we thought would stay a little longer slip away before we can grasp them.

Another year comes to a close. Time, no matter how much we wish to hold onto it, slips through our fingers. Regret and longing linger, as do memories of love and fleeting winds. Even as we find ourselves standing in an empty space, there is always the unyielding promise of hope that the new year brings.

time, love, hope