Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: they're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.
(Ọgụgụ): "Ọhụụ oge ezumike na-akwụsị maka ụdị ihe ọ bụla dị iche iche, mana mgbe ihe niile kwuru ma mee, ha nwere otu ihe: Ha na-agbapụ kpakpando, oge dị egwu nke dị n'eluigwe, ọhụụ na-adịte aka nke mgbe ebighị ebi. na ngwa ngwa, ha agakwaghị. "