this too shall pass
Wouldn't it be nice if they could speak rather than just weeping and holding each other. Although truth might not be too devastating, they were just too intimidated to unveil it. Or here the plural third person form should precisely be only singular either he or she. He wondered as he lit up another cigarette.
Waiter came over with the bill stating baileys, gin and two mojitos on it. He reached out a 50-dollar note from the bi-fold brown wallet and put in the tray. He wrote 'thank you' on that piece of paper which was already full of undistinguishable handwritings whilst promptly the waiter left 'you are welcome. have a nice night, sir' following. Alcohol had started to draw a broken smile catalytically which he gave to that waiter. At the moment he spotted that there was a faint tattoo of a few english words on the waiter's left forearm that he leant over trying to have a close look on them. They were 'this too shall pass', a piece of old phrase originated from King Solomon's story he recalled.
Solomon's ring, which made him happy when he was in sorrow and calmed him down when he was excited witted the power that phrase. At the time, a string of acoustic floating from the main bar singing the beach boys's 'wouldn't it be nice' became clearer and piercing. 'Wouldn't it be nice' he moved his lips but with no sound was produced. That was a sweet song, however at the end of day, literally every thing, no exception, this too shall pass.
Waiter came over with the bill stating baileys, gin and two mojitos on it. He reached out a 50-dollar note from the bi-fold brown wallet and put in the tray. He wrote 'thank you' on that piece of paper which was already full of undistinguishable handwritings whilst promptly the waiter left 'you are welcome. have a nice night, sir' following. Alcohol had started to draw a broken smile catalytically which he gave to that waiter. At the moment he spotted that there was a faint tattoo of a few english words on the waiter's left forearm that he leant over trying to have a close look on them. They were 'this too shall pass', a piece of old phrase originated from King Solomon's story he recalled.
Solomon's ring, which made him happy when he was in sorrow and calmed him down when he was excited witted the power that phrase. At the time, a string of acoustic floating from the main bar singing the beach boys's 'wouldn't it be nice' became clearer and piercing. 'Wouldn't it be nice' he moved his lips but with no sound was produced. That was a sweet song, however at the end of day, literally every thing, no exception, this too shall pass.
