During the day, he kept working, looking all right thing to do. Work, not close I do not go home night games, I desire to intoxicate themselves with alcohol ... ...
you leave I have 128 days, and I think makes me a little time to play down your shadow, I thought I could slow time slow to adapt to the space without you, however, that a second stop you will stop waving at me and kept waving. I have general weakness, really tired and wanted to throw himself the boundless sea, with waves so blue I leave this world have had your breath!
you go, leaving the lonely one I stay away from this world, you want me to live happily, you said you would in another world, secretly watching over me. I cried Do not you leave, I need to do your beautiful clamor Kinds. You smiled and said softly, a fool, I did not want to leave, I just went to another world, they might I do next door in our house ... ... that day, I became tears people. That day, I tried to cry tears of life. After that day, I never cried.
I hate you, hate you for giving me hard-hearted fun but fully recovered.
I hate you, hate you for giving me vision but nipped in yesterday.
I hate you, hate you for giving me happiness but only left my memory ... ...
room, quiet, with only a trace of wind across the silk curtains that left desolate. The kitchen, for my busy figure go? You go, who will cook it for me, you go Who do I buy breakfast. When will you again for my side, Wan Chai, my favorite chicken it? Under the table, the little goldfish dying quickly also, and it is waiting for the return of its owner, without him, who remembers it?
I want to cry, but also how not cry!
open the drawer, the rest of your smoke inside, they are quietly lying down. I took a box which is your favorite smoked Yellow Crane Tower.
my cigarette lighter of the first, I ask you,
Casque dr dre, you over there right? Long time,
dre beats, you did not answer.
I lit up a second branch,
casque beats, I ask you, do you want me? Long time, you did not answer.
I lit the third branch, and I ask you, how can I forget you? Long time, you did not answer ... ...
pack on the last one left, I played with it, watched it,
beats by dre, pah, I started a lighter, and burn the. I asked,
monster beats, how can I do without you? Long time, you finally speak, you kiss my brow, said angrily, not to say that good does not smoke and do you see a room of smoke. You say that women smoke would quickly grow old and you said I would not be smoking after the baby's beautiful mother ... ...
early in the morning you say you like my affectionate kiss, so every day I the morning will give you a loving kiss, but I owe you 128 have been kissed.
you say you like my lively, unruly, wayward. But you left, I've changed so much you do not like, and 128 days, I have forgotten to speak of.
you say you like me goes naughty and lovely face, however, no longer face haggard in the face of 128 days before the.
you wait a few days we went to Venus, wedding photographs, and then go to a place of hills and water play,
beats by dre, but you're gone, I have not had time to wear the wedding dress. You lost me a heartless person in the vast sea, then he went to paradise. I looked at the window is solely that piece than snow white wedding dress, you said I put on it would be the world's most beautiful bride, I wish I could wear it, wish you could take my hand, want to get your bridal and more, and you want to spend more of our wedding night ... ...
happiness is not the truth.
see the home in advance of collection Zheng
I'm cool , I do not temper
The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.
you did not answer.
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