Photo on canvas print, it is the best thing I ever did
Once, I love the people said to me: \"my photo canvas' deep like the sea, like a mountain is high, much like the stars......\" But in the end only endless pain and regret... Love me now, people rarely say with me these sweet words, just remember my leg wear new shoes, worn out, he would help buy a band-aid, I labeled; I'm hungry, and he will cook for me; In a bad mood, do not want to speak, will call a madam, blaming yourself canvas print au can't be with me... Love me also once said to me: \"love can be waves but to love more to stretch long!\" At that time, I don't believe it, now, I believe...
Lying in bed, missing engulfed the entire body. The night, miss you gave me the chance, never had the expectation. But all the time in error you return.
The same place, at the same time, the same me, pull the same missing light breeze bright moon bring you.
I've always wanted to write something, but how can have enough time? Have been very busy, I am in this way, you also is so, every day said the most is: \"baby, I'm sorry, can't accompany you have a good\", \"baby, I miss you, recently may check, I'm in the studio\", did not so... Soldiers have too many intentions...
If, I say if, if we each other together, will not miss so much? If tonight I as usual, to sleep, if I don't know, I miss is so warm?
I know, incredible thing that is missing is a kind of very bedfellows, silent interest-free appear at the bottom of my heart again, suddenly engulfed in my loneliness, I am powerless to resist, especially at night, think you to can't breathe, couldn't immediately you run to, loudly tell you, for you, I would like to for you, I am willing to forget my name for you, just one more seconds stay in your arms, such as losing the world nor, alas, I am willing to for you, I would like to for you, I am willing to be banished the horizon for you, as long as you sincerely, take the life and I respond to anything, anything for you.
But, the time always in casual quietly outflow, flow to all, I wish to a group of a group of butterflies, although already know, the life of the world, most of the ephemerality, and butterfly is ephemeral, but still for its dazzling colour, feel most beautiful life all the mystery and has demonstrated the answer to all in the metamorphosis.
I was lucky that the, when two people walk together, need is no longer time, but you love me the way of courage, the specificity, the insist, perhaps just obvious honourable, life is so gorgeous, in the long river of life's a major that is infatuated. Really alive, too, needs to prove he alive. No pain, how can good? At the moment, you will feel more or less, missing a person is actually such happiness.
The long night, the long wait, just want to do one thing, full-time photos on canvas to Australia. I'm thinking, if love can become a professional should have much good, I will never leave early, also never turned, tenure is this life, the world's most happy work, is to do your full-time lover.
Canvas art Australia, was the best thing I ever did, it not?
Early in the morning, put a little light music, touch your ears, \"wake up...\"
At noon, I cook, you wash his clothes, and who is washing the dishes and noisy for some small;
In the evening, holding hands to the river to see the sun, life better;
Night, we hug to each other but sleep, surely even dream too lazy to do.
Occasionally, you also can you scratch my itch, I also help you draw thrush, life safe and happy...
(whisper) SHH... Please don't wake my dream, thank you...
Is not a game, is a thread affects the heart.
Is not a dream, and your gentle whisper, always inadvertently think of!
More than a meeting, and you float bridge in shangdi shadow, stuck into my dreamland!
How could I ever forget?
Your name, I call in mind, not afraid to be heard, but afraid of being sea wind blown away...
Maybe, I say just maybe. Because I know, you never leave me, that, after several years, the white clouds hung a beautiful autumn day, the love in the sunset red leaves in the afternoon, when I open your page again, continuing to be!
I'm looking forward to: a leisurely afternoon, the sun was a cup of green tea, a room, a computer, can like now settled down to write something, how lucky, the side with you with L tree creek (my daughter).
I, you, maybe a lot of people, maybe they also desire of love: dawei, JuAnJiMei, dull, found you in the years, relying on you, will be delivered to your life. Do your wife, your child's mother, cooking for you washing the clothes. Then, we in time to grow old together.
In sunshine, years static good, still happy!
Once, I love the people said to me: \"my photo canvas' deep like the sea, like a mountain is high, much like the stars......\" But in the end only endless pain and regret... Love me now, people rarely say with me these sweet words, just remember my leg wear new shoes, worn out, he would help buy a band-aid, I labeled; I'm hungry, and he will cook for me; In a bad mood, do not want to speak, will call a madam, blaming yourself canvas print au can't be with me... Love me also once said to me: \"love can be waves but to love more to stretch long!\" At that time, I don't believe it, now, I believe...
Lying in bed, missing engulfed the entire body. The night, miss you gave me the chance, never had the expectation. But all the time in error you return.
The same place, at the same time, the same me, pull the same missing light breeze bright moon bring you.
I've always wanted to write something, but how can have enough time? Have been very busy, I am in this way, you also is so, every day said the most is: \"baby, I'm sorry, can't accompany you have a good\", \"baby, I miss you, recently may check, I'm in the studio\", did not so... Soldiers have too many intentions...
If, I say if, if we each other together, will not miss so much? If tonight I as usual, to sleep, if I don't know, I miss is so warm?
I know, incredible thing that is missing is a kind of very bedfellows, silent interest-free appear at the bottom of my heart again, suddenly engulfed in my loneliness, I am powerless to resist, especially at night, think you to can't breathe, couldn't immediately you run to, loudly tell you, for you, I would like to for you, I am willing to forget my name for you, just one more seconds stay in your arms, such as losing the world nor, alas, I am willing to for you, I would like to for you, I am willing to be banished the horizon for you, as long as you sincerely, take the life and I respond to anything, anything for you.
But, the time always in casual quietly outflow, flow to all, I wish to a group of a group of butterflies, although already know, the life of the world, most of the ephemerality, and butterfly is ephemeral, but still for its dazzling colour, feel most beautiful life all the mystery and has demonstrated the answer to all in the metamorphosis.
I was lucky that the, when two people walk together, need is no longer time, but you love me the way of courage, the specificity, the insist, perhaps just obvious honourable, life is so gorgeous, in the long river of life's a major that is infatuated. Really alive, too, needs to prove he alive. No pain, how can good? At the moment, you will feel more or less, missing a person is actually such happiness.
The long night, the long wait, just want to do one thing, full-time photos on canvas to Australia. I'm thinking, if love can become a professional should have much good, I will never leave early, also never turned, tenure is this life, the world's most happy work, is to do your full-time lover.
Canvas art Australia, was the best thing I ever did, it not?
Early in the morning, put a little light music, touch your ears, \"wake up...\"
At noon, I cook, you wash his clothes, and who is washing the dishes and noisy for some small;
In the evening, holding hands to the river to see the sun, life better;
Night, we hug to each other but sleep, surely even dream too lazy to do.
Occasionally, you also can you scratch my itch, I also help you draw thrush, life safe and happy...
(whisper) SHH... Please don't wake my dream, thank you...
Is not a game, is a thread affects the heart.
Is not a dream, and your gentle whisper, always inadvertently think of!
More than a meeting, and you float bridge in shangdi shadow, stuck into my dreamland!
How could I ever forget?
Your name, I call in mind, not afraid to be heard, but afraid of being sea wind blown away...
Maybe, I say just maybe. Because I know, you never leave me, that, after several years, the white clouds hung a beautiful autumn day, the love in the sunset red leaves in the afternoon, when I open your page again, continuing to be!
I'm looking forward to: a leisurely afternoon, the sun was a cup of green tea, a room, a computer, can like now settled down to write something, how lucky, the side with you with L tree creek (my daughter).
I, you, maybe a lot of people, maybe they also desire of love: dawei, JuAnJiMei, dull, found you in the years, relying on you, will be delivered to your life. Do your wife, your child's mother, cooking for you washing the clothes. Then, we in time to grow old together.
In sunshine, years static good, still happy!