at one night
I receive a call oh ”IN IN” call me from phone
she appointment me to in front of the library
we haven’t care about at a long time
so exactly I have free time
I want to meet they that I saw ”XIN YOUN” at next to ”IN IN”
oh what’s about happened
I very care about they friendship break
I else know what’s up
but I can’t interfere they because that is between in girl war
even though the problem is bad but the problem is not that bad
so I wish you can reinstate firendship just about ago
we chat very happy
appreciate your with me cross lonely time
but have a subject of a talk
I feel sentimental..
however I have objective so I will harder and harder to do it
I only know she is happy and comfortable cross every day
I already worthy!!
thank you
ALL the songs of the east speak of the love of the nightingale for the rose in the silent starlight night. The winged songster serenades the fragrant flowers.
Not far from Smyrna
where the merchant drives his loaded camels
proudly arching their long necks as they journey beneath the
lofty pines over holy ground
I saw a hedge of roses
The turtle-dove flew among the branches of the tall trees
and as the
sunbeams fell upon her wings
they glistened as if they were
mother-of-pearl
On the rose-bush grew a flower
more beautiful than
them all
and to her the nightingale sung of his woes
but the rose
remained silent
not even a dewdrop lay like a tear of sympathy on her
leaves
At last she bowed her head over a heap of stones
and said
”Here rests the greatest singer in the world
over his tomb will I spread my fragrance and on it I will let my leaves fall when the
storm scatters them. He who sung of Troy became earth, and from that earth I have sprung. I, a rose from the grave of Homer, am too lofty to bloom for a nightingale.”
Then the nightingale sung himself to
death
A camel-driver came by
with his loaded camels and his black
slaves his little son found the dead bird
and buried the lovely
songster in the grave of the great Homer
while the rose trembled in the wind.
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