Head tilted comically. Only her soft white neck is visible. This is YON-KYO, 41. Mun-Kwang walks over and CLAPS her hands loudly next to Yon- Kyo’s ears. Yon-Kyo sucks her drool in and slowly raises her head. We hear their muffled voices through the window. MUN-KWANG (CONT’...
With great relief,I heard sirens(汽笛)approaching.___ 答案I became increasingly uncomfortable in the well.The water wasn't freezing,but it wasn't the temperature I'd want to swim in.And I didn't feel my feet touch the bottom of the well.The stones were tightly packe...
i handed in that mark i hate gossiping i hate it when a guy i hate meetings i hate morndays i hate rugby players i hate the sirens i hate this game more i hate to see those f i hate to tell you th i hate to wait i hate traffic i hate you but i love i have 3 children i...
i had to make sure he i half dismissed i handed in that mark i hate gossiping i hate it when a guy i hate meetings i hate morndays i hate rugby players i hate the sirens i hate this game more i hate to see those f i hate to tell you th i hate to wait i hate traffic i ...
My voice comes from me first of all in a bodily sense. It is produced by means of my vocal apparatus—breath, larynx, teeth, tongue, palate, and lips. It is the voice I hear resonating in my head, amplified and modified by the bones of my skull, at the same time as I see and ...
New York Minute---the Eagles U2的《with or without you》你留一下邮箱。有空我打包发给你 应该是这首歌了 你看一下歌词 There's a room where I can go and tell my secrets to In my room, in my room In this world I lock out all my worries and my cares In my room, in ...
12 INT. DATSUN - NIGHT 12 Chris McCandless, in the same clothes he had been in back in the rooming house, sleeps in the back seat of the Datsun. His head supported by his backpack. We begin to HEAR a rumble. But this rumble is not thunder. It rapidly builds into an alarming ROAR...
And though the sun is shining, there's a cloud in the sky Lettin' me know, that at any moment, there could be rain And as beautiful as life is, there still can be pain Down the park, I hear the sirens, just screamin' away And then the unevitable happens, the end of...
Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I’d rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain ...
And though the sun is shining there's a cloud in the skyLetting me know that at any moment there could be rainAnd as beautiful as life is there still could be painDown the block I hear the Sirens just-a screaming awayAnd then the inevitable happens the ending of daysSad as it sounds...