He was my North, my South, my East and West.My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one,Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the
Fish says to Water: I am crying all the time, but you never know, because I'm in the water.鱼对水说：我整天哭泣，不过你看不见我的眼泪，因为我在水中。Water says: I know, because you are in my heart all the time.水对鱼说；我能感觉到你的眼泪，因为你在我心中。I'm not the fish, you are not the water. Can you see my lonely tears?我不是鱼，你也不是水
When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays
Starting a new book is a risk, just like falling in love. You have to commit to it. You open the pages knowing a little bit about it maybe, from the back or from a blurb on the front. But who knows, right? Those bits and pieces aren’t always right.坠入爱河恰似读一本新书，是场冒险。你得全身心投入进去。翻开书页之时，从
This is a damascus Quillion Dagger by Master Smith JR Cook.The blade is made of 1084 and 15n20 and is 8 inches; OAL is 13 3/4 inches. The handle is elephant ivory. The fittings are iron with acid engraving. The guard is iron with acid engraving, and ac
