Death is a strange thing

Gerald 2022-04-19 09:03:18

There were tears at the end, so I wrote down that love letter.
My dear master,
Do not be afraid. Do not move. Do not speak. No one will see us. Stay as you are. I want to look at you. We have the night to ourselves and I want to look at you. Your body over me, your skin, your lips.

Close your eyes. No one can see us. And I am here at your side. Do you feel me? When I touch you for the first time it will be with my lips. You will feel the warmth, but you will not know where. Perhaps, it will be on your eyes. I will press my mouth to your eyes and you will feel the warmth.

Open your eyes now, my beloved. Look at me. Your eyes on my breast, your arms lifting me ,letting me slide on to you. My faint cry, your body quivering. There is no end to it, don't you see ? You will forever be throwing your head back. I will forever be shaking off my tears. This moment had to be. This moment is and this moment will continue from now until forever. We shall not see one another again. What we were meant to do, we have done. Believe me, my love, we have done to forever.

Preserve your life out of my reach and if it serves your happiness do not hesitate for a moment to forget this woman, who now says without a trace of regret. The noble Chinese woman in

farewell

's movie, when she appeared, the peacock blue flowers appeared in the camera at the same time, she was the most story character in the story, she smiled lightly, and solemnly translated the letter, one with A dignified dusty woman.

Only those who have seen it know that this is a man's mind, and love is a sustenance.

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Extended Reading
  • Lee 2022-04-17 09:01:13

    traditional blockbuster genre

  • Camryn 2022-04-15 09:01:07

    I thought she was a vase at first, but then I found out that she is the protagonist

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