တင္ေအးတို႔ဇာတာ

The break in the face of the cold, and not from a broken wind.
The face of the body of criminal law. Dead chickens died suddenly dismayed him.
In time, the face and ...
'Cold' wrong, '' he confessed.
'' Let the wrong one 'm cold ''
'' I love '
Sorry for the mother and shook his head. His chief concern're welcome
Though he pretended to mourn. I do not care which of the lottery to try to go.
'' Week in the world would love .
May the love cold. I try to believe that too. forsake any venue in which to love.
... Do not smile. If RECORDS My mouth I have no idea ''
Tin Aye comes face red and his body was shaken chairs.
The mother, '' he says, I love very cold and fear, '' the other side of the shoulder
Curly a derisive laugh.
I suddenly did not say anything for a mope. '' I will abandon any claims
I say, Tin Aye, he could no longer sin was asked whether ''