2008/10/16 + angela
Setting sun. Fatherless guest. Ends of the earth
Setting sun, the tired scarf sluggish going home which is towing the shine clouds. Setting sun in a moment, one that is such as blood rose to fill, dye the remotest places wipe the cloud finally. The busy tired bird is eager too to go back to the nest, the joyous embrace that lets meets her nestling, the generous wing shelters from the wind in night with nip in the air for the treasure in delicate health. Love, kindred is the natural instincts that mankind and animal own in common, in making peace the expression that can not be spoken, confide rain fight wind blow unbeaten emotion. Disappeared in the last silk glory of the setting sun when being in the horizon where Haitian meets, the quiet and beautiful sea water seems more wonderful to examine, what in the deep sea floor parcel are not known? Wait tears to belong to people on the bank, confide, have speech sour. Crescent behind the setting sun, a little apparent and a bit shy, like walk slowly like a woman, stroll bright empty prefecture main fact, do not cut artificial raising the eyebrow moving heart natural,graceful and poisedly. Luxurious without scorning to take even a glance at one seductively prettily, with a smile slightly under the interspersing of the stars. Setting sun, ones that looked back on one night by one's own leaving are wonderful, the ones that used one's own resting and is played for one night are beautiful. Setting sun, lag behind to understand in Japan, will write eternal falling when just reaching the leaving stealthily of the opportunity.
Fatherless guest, rest after the setting sun in the lonely traveller. Want, look for one post, how 's spaciousness might not be taken, with the pure and fresh air and all right, there don't be taste of that smoke of gunpowder filling the air, there don't be invisible miasma to harass and disturb, to sleep one kind to feel can relaxing quiet. Needn't worry, have pieces of mad dog will flee, come out, stalk, needn't afraid in very far far place someone monitor with the telescope very either suddenly. I am a fatherless guest, a lonely person who walks, like the personality of sporting to choose to set out on a journey lonelily. Wipe shoulder one transient guest that smile at, belong to house hurriedly, I lonely to leave behind setting sun only. The pedestrian after the originally not all setting sun is in the homeward journey, I was moving towards the remote one at least, place of the bright light.
At that time, were leading to be that a fatherless guest's son walks at the lonely street as me, shoulder all travelling bags, the toy which he likes, there are books which I never abandoned. What the son confused Q I: "Will not we come back? " My numb answer reverberates in the numb air: "Yes, we will never come back. " Not only the cold one not only it is a night wind, but also there is indifference that is never treasured, can't say that merciless, should not deny all ways to pass by when leaving. Luis, without fault, the wrong one is that I have selected a pair of shoes by mistake when walking, a pair of some shoes which insert the foot that should be repaired early. Have never born and had it serviced, has loved the bitterness that it will be cut by the knife. Have not expected it was my shelter that hurt it, I stand the innocent thinking of pain, will be a little looser that one that is with time is tempered, the result is the fracture difficult to accept, this both feet can only abandon it very reluctantlily. I, walk barefoot behind setting sun in and among the voyage of son.
The ends of the earth are the place where we want to go, because there is home found a room for for us at the ends of the earth. Everyone can not say clearly in a lot of things, a lot of emotions should have nticipated blindness. Believe true feelings have pieces of particular mode, know, pursue what kind of result it is diligently! The son is my result, I will have a explaination to my result, he has chosen in muddleheaded one and my counterpart, I will leading him in each of paces of walking soon, am not afraid both feet can walk and bubble, have shaved and bled. I, will let you see strong smile, because have you, my treasures! Perhaps, it turns round to be all one's life, perhaps, it turns round to be two lifetime, it turns round to be because person that that will not at one's side will wait for, that. It is all dazzling spring at the moment not to turn round. It turns round to be should be all right but exactly so to reap all, have bleak and declining too. May not be certain to have all scenery if not turning round, is just used to not stopping in the vertical-horizontal road of the gully. The long hair lightly, the wind blows the windbreak of the silver gray of dance, the fine and beautiful figure looks at the ends of the earth after that setting sun afar, lonely persons who walk, saw the apex unbending standing clearly at the cliff of a rose.
Setting sun, the tired scarf sluggish going home which is towing the shine clouds. Setting sun in a moment, one that is such as blood rose to fill, dye the remotest places wipe the cloud finally. The busy tired bird is eager too to go back to the nest, the joyous embrace that lets meets her nestling, the generous wing shelters from the wind in night with nip in the air for the treasure in delicate health. Love, kindred is the natural instincts that mankind and animal own in common, in making peace the expression that can not be spoken, confide rain fight wind blow unbeaten emotion. Disappeared in the last silk glory of the setting sun when being in the horizon where Haitian meets, the quiet and beautiful sea water seems more wonderful to examine, what in the deep sea floor parcel are not known? Wait tears to belong to people on the bank, confide, have speech sour. Crescent behind the setting sun, a little apparent and a bit shy, like walk slowly like a woman, stroll bright empty prefecture main fact, do not cut artificial raising the eyebrow moving heart natural,graceful and poisedly. Luxurious without scorning to take even a glance at one seductively prettily, with a smile slightly under the interspersing of the stars. Setting sun, ones that looked back on one night by one's own leaving are wonderful, the ones that used one's own resting and is played for one night are beautiful. Setting sun, lag behind to understand in Japan, will write eternal falling when just reaching the leaving stealthily of the opportunity.
Fatherless guest, rest after the setting sun in the lonely traveller. Want, look for one post, how 's spaciousness might not be taken, with the pure and fresh air and all right, there don't be taste of that smoke of gunpowder filling the air, there don't be invisible miasma to harass and disturb, to sleep one kind to feel can relaxing quiet. Needn't worry, have pieces of mad dog will flee, come out, stalk, needn't afraid in very far far place someone monitor with the telescope very either suddenly. I am a fatherless guest, a lonely person who walks, like the personality of sporting to choose to set out on a journey lonelily. Wipe shoulder one transient guest that smile at, belong to house hurriedly, I lonely to leave behind setting sun only. The pedestrian after the originally not all setting sun is in the homeward journey, I was moving towards the remote one at least, place of the bright light.
At that time, were leading to be that a fatherless guest's son walks at the lonely street as me, shoulder all travelling bags, the toy which he likes, there are books which I never abandoned. What the son confused Q I: "Will not we come back? " My numb answer reverberates in the numb air: "Yes, we will never come back. " Not only the cold one not only it is a night wind, but also there is indifference that is never treasured, can't say that merciless, should not deny all ways to pass by when leaving. Luis, without fault, the wrong one is that I have selected a pair of shoes by mistake when walking, a pair of some shoes which insert the foot that should be repaired early. Have never born and had it serviced, has loved the bitterness that it will be cut by the knife. Have not expected it was my shelter that hurt it, I stand the innocent thinking of pain, will be a little looser that one that is with time is tempered, the result is the fracture difficult to accept, this both feet can only abandon it very reluctantlily. I, walk barefoot behind setting sun in and among the voyage of son.
The ends of the earth are the place where we want to go, because there is home found a room for for us at the ends of the earth. Everyone can not say clearly in a lot of things, a lot of emotions should have nticipated blindness. Believe true feelings have pieces of particular mode, know, pursue what kind of result it is diligently! The son is my result, I will have a explaination to my result, he has chosen in muddleheaded one and my counterpart, I will leading him in each of paces of walking soon, am not afraid both feet can walk and bubble, have shaved and bled. I, will let you see strong smile, because have you, my treasures! Perhaps, it turns round to be all one's life, perhaps, it turns round to be two lifetime, it turns round to be because person that that will not at one's side will wait for, that. It is all dazzling spring at the moment not to turn round. It turns round to be should be all right but exactly so to reap all, have bleak and declining too. May not be certain to have all scenery if not turning round, is just used to not stopping in the vertical-horizontal road of the gully. The long hair lightly, the wind blows the windbreak of the silver gray of dance, the fine and beautiful figure looks at the ends of the earth after that setting sun afar, lonely persons who walk, saw the apex unbending standing clearly at the cliff of a rose.
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