Alper, you have deep lines of law. You wake up every night. I understand, alper, you are not loving me, you are just with me with the talent and experience of getting along with women. You know every morning when I wake up there is sunlight through the curtains. No, I don't like these, I just let the hopeless life have some things that I have to face and overcome. It's like after I spilled your coffee, I tried my best to eat that carrot cinnamon cake. I have to say that it is the second best cake I have ever eaten. I really enjoy the happiness when I am with you. Even though I have seen your stupid little tricks so many times, I am still amazed at how useful I am. Willingly cooperate with you. Your mother said that your life here is very lonely. She said you were lonely, she said it was by nature. All women know you better than yourself. Occasionally, those women who come out of your house at night and whose origins are suspicious because I don't know them, are just like your mother and me, knowing the pain in your heart. You know, your mother and I, in order to conceal our anxiety, can only talk to you non-stop, and keep tidying up the housework for you. This allows her and me to keep a little clarity under your watch. When you said to separate, I was wondering why I was not surprised at all. How grateful you are to tell me sincerely. I was thinking that this should be a better ending. How I want to express that I am at a loss, life is better than death. "But why do people still feel so sorry for the results they have known for a long time?" But this does not mean that I am stronger than you. You just pursue your talents and experience so reluctantly. You are just immersed in the beauty of a moment. You just like to grab the long hair of women of unknown origin from behind, then hold them in front of your chest, send them away, and wake up the next day to change a sheet. When you squatted down in front of my abandoned shop and looked at the cats passing by, I looked at you from a high place and said to my heart, if you want to raise another cat, it will make you more like a philosopher. Don't you think that a philosopher who is good at cooking has a more sad temperament, don't you need to say those disguised divorced words that make you guilty? Every weekend when I come back from the UK, in the streets of Istanbul, I always look for similar carrot cinnamon cakes. But, where do I go to find your story, what you said, every ingredient has its story. You may be immersed in my compliment, no, I am not complimenting you. You remember that when you took me to your shop, I told you that I was here. That time, the carrot cinnamon cake I had was the most unforgettable taste in my life. Seno l Very good. When I asked him quietly, he told me that you would go to that street to search for old records every weekend. Curious, I thought in an instant, what kind of person is this, he can cook the best dishes, he likes to listen to old records, he has deep legal patterns, and his eyes are so deep that he can't let him stare at a person too much. It is so good to leave a call on "Far from the Crowd", how good it is. It's aggressive without embarrassing me. Although not exactly according to the scene I set, at least it is not very clichéd. So many weekends, I finally met you, how good this is, how good this is. I slowed down and listened to your running secretly. You pretended to be angry and turned around and looked childish, like the way you hugged me when you fell asleep later. Things are developing as I expected. I enjoy my time with you, I enjoy it all under my control. Alper, what a good thing, it’s even more comfortable than the night breeze blowing on the Bosphorus. I will guide you to close your eyes and imagine, imagine me, just like your most handy ingredients, with my story. . That's enough, alper, I lie down where you were born and sleep in your little bed, where there is only your smell and only your thoughts. That's enough, alper, the world is so big, that's enough. I can't dig out my heart to show you, but the time we have been together is far more memorable than the various experiences over the years. I can only tell my daughter when I reach your mother's age. But, at that moment, you said you were fine. After so many years, you said you were fine. I looked at your tired face. You said you were fine. Senol’s children were all that old. You said you were very Well, you say you still have a date, you say you are fine. Can you still remember the bunch of daisies you gave me when you were drunk, you said you were fine, but where should you go, the left is the Bosphorus, the right is the 45lik bar, where are you going? Where to go? But it turns out that I'm just mustard and vinegar that you treat carefully, not your favorite carrots, pumpkins and mushrooms. Not well-known ================================ http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XOTc0MTU1NDA=.html watch online ps: Please do not use this as the background to understand the plot. ost: http://music.163.com/#/playlist/117470882/79467738/
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