Never, nor have ever believed that I’ll like an idol n support him for so long even after he has almost totally been banned in this industry. I activated my weibo account only for him, n am/ will be hanging in here for him until he comes back with honor n pride. Almighty God please tell me the days of those demons r numbered.
Where am I? I'm in heaven!
But God may be Australian and he said: "hey, go die". I was like:"alright, bye".
Who gives the fuck if God has an accent?
"I got loyalty inside my DNA". — For God.
So don't ask me where I am. I'm on my way to die.
What a great day!
A day that I wanna go to the hell! Yeah!!!
Well, it's not funny. I'm the one who's ridiculous.
But God may be Australian and he said: "hey, go die". I was like:"alright, bye".
Who gives the fuck if God has an accent?
"I got loyalty inside my DNA". — For God.
So don't ask me where I am. I'm on my way to die.
What a great day!
A day that I wanna go to the hell! Yeah!!!
Well, it's not funny. I'm the one who's ridiculous.
#英语[超话]# 5.20分享一首情歌(中文版叫《小路》,曲调上网搜)
The Side Street
By [Soviet Union] С.Podelkov
A winding side street is thin and long,
All the way to the misty distance.
I want to follow this long and thin side street,
Following my love to the battlefield.
Snow covered his footprints,
No footsteps, no songs.
There is only one side street alone,
On that vast silver field.
He is risking a hail of bullets,
Which really worries me.
I want to become a smart bird,
Flying to my lover immediately.
In the morning of heavy snow,
The battle is still going on cruelly.
I will bravely bandage his wound,
Saving him from the gunfire.
A winding side street is thin and long.
My path stretches far away.
Please lead me along my path,
Following my lover to the remote frontier.
Written in 1941.
The Side Street
By [Soviet Union] С.Podelkov
A winding side street is thin and long,
All the way to the misty distance.
I want to follow this long and thin side street,
Following my love to the battlefield.
Snow covered his footprints,
No footsteps, no songs.
There is only one side street alone,
On that vast silver field.
He is risking a hail of bullets,
Which really worries me.
I want to become a smart bird,
Flying to my lover immediately.
In the morning of heavy snow,
The battle is still going on cruelly.
I will bravely bandage his wound,
Saving him from the gunfire.
A winding side street is thin and long.
My path stretches far away.
Please lead me along my path,
Following my lover to the remote frontier.
Written in 1941.
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