And the voices of the Earth rotation. It was the voice of the passage of time, they quietly grow old.
 
After that they turned down as much as possible to free itself from the entertainment, eating out as much as possible to reduce the day. They return to the past. They still chatted countryside, chatting wheat fields and ditches, grass
And mountains, she thought it was the ultimate goal of heart, and the strong rhythm of urban life and form the perfect complement.
 
More often, they do not speak. She cut an apple to him, he took the bite, not even a thank you. She did not say so and so who’s kiss, so and so who the flowers and