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Monday, November 7, 2016

Save & Sound Lyrics āđāļ›āļĨāđ„āļ—āļĒ Gritty Version

I remember tear streaming down your face when I say "I never let you go"
āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒัāļ‡āļˆāļģāļ™้āļģāļ•āļēāļ—ี่āđ„āļŦāļĨāļĢิāļ™āļšāļ™āđƒāļšāļŦāļ™้āļēāđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ‰ัāļ™āļžูāļ”āļ§่āļē "āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ„āļ›"
When all those shadows almost killed your light.
āđƒāļ™āļ‚āļ“āļ°āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‡āļēāđ€āļŦāļĨ่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļ°āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĄāļēāļ—āļģāļĨāļēāļĒāđāļŠāļ‡āļŠāļ§่āļēāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ˜āļ­
I remember you said "Don't leave me here alone"
āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒัāļ‡āļˆāļģāđ„āļ”้āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ˜āļ­āļžูāļ”āļ§่āļē "āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ—ิ้āļ‡ āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļˆāļēāļāļ‰ัāļ™āđƒāļŦ้āđ‚āļ”āļ”āđ€āļ”ี่āļĒāļ§āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ•āļĢāļ‡āļ™ี้"
But all that dead has gone and gone and past tonight.
āđāļ•่āļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ•āļēāļĒāđ€āļŦāļĨ่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™āļ„่āļ­āļĒāđ†āļĄีāđ€āļžิ่āļĄāļ‚ึ้āļ™(āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļˆāļēāļāđ„āļ›)āļˆāļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļĒāļēāļĄāļ„่āļģāļ„ืāļ™
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.
āļŦāļĨัāļšāļ•āļēāđ€āļ˜āļ­āļĨāļ‡āđ€āļŠีāļĒ āļžāļĢāļ°āļ­āļēāļ—ิāļ•āļĒ์āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļ°āļ­ัāļŠāļ”āļ‡
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.
āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļˆāļ°āļ›āļĨāļ­āļ”āļ ัāļĒāļ”ี āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāđƒāļ„āļĢāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ—āļģāļĢ้āļēāļĒāđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ„āļ”้āļ­ีāļ
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.
āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđāļŠāļ‡āđāļŦ่āļ‡āļĢุ่āļ‡āļ­āļĢุāļ“āļ‚ึ้āļ™ āđāļĨ้āļ§āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ›āļĨāļ­āļ”āļ ัāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āđāļ‚็āļ‡āđāļĢāļ‡āļ”ี
Don't you dare look out your window darling, everything on fire.
āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļāļĨ้āļēāļĄāļ­āļ‡āļ­āļ­āļāđ„āļ›āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļ™āļ­āļāđ„āļŦāļĄāļ—ี่āļĢัāļ āļ—ุāļāđ†āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļšāļ™āļāļ­āļ‡āđ„āļŸ
The war outside our door keeps raging on.
āļŠāļ‡āļ„āļĢāļēāļĄāļ āļēāļĒāļ™āļ­āļāđ„āļ”้āļ”ุāđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđāļĨ้āļ§
Hold on to this lullaby.
āļĢัāļšāļĄืāļ­āļัāļšāļĄัāļ™āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļāļĨ่āļ­āļĄāđƒāļŦ้āļŦāļĨัāļš
Even when music's gone! gone!
āļ–ึāļ‡āđāļĄ้āļ§่āļēāđ€āļžāļĨāļ‡āļˆāļ°āļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āđāļĨ้āļ§
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.
āļŦāļĨัāļšāļ•āļēāļĨāļ‡āđ€āļŠีāļĒ āļžāļĢāļ°āļ­āļēāļ—ิāļ•āļĒ์āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļ°āļ­ัāļŠāļ”āļ‡
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.
āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļˆāļ°āļ›āļĨāļ­āļ”āļ ัāļĒāļ”ี āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāđƒāļ„āļĢāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ—āļģāļĢ้āļēāļĒāđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ„āļ”้āļ­ีāļ
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.
āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđāļŠāļ‡āđāļŦ่āļ‡āļĢุ่āļ‡āļ­āļĢุāļ“āļ‚ึ้āļ™ āđāļĨ้āļ§āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ›āļĨāļ­āļ”āļ ัāļĒ āđāļĨāļ°āđāļ‚็āļ‡āđāļĢāļ‡āļ”ี

Saturday, October 29, 2016

LET IT GO āđāļ›āļĨ Gritty Version

The snow glows white on a mountain to night not a footprint to be seen.
āļŦิāļĄāļ°āļŠีāđāļ§āļ§āļ§āļēāļ§āļ‚āļēāļ§āļ™āļ§āļĨāļšāļ™āļ ูāđ€āļ‚āļēāđƒāļ™āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļĢāļēāļ•āļĢี(āļāļĨāļēāļ‡āļ„ืāļ™) āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļŠัāļāļĢāļ­āļĒāđ€āļ—้āļēāđƒāļ”āđƒāļŦ้āđāļĨāđ€āļŦ็āļ™
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I’m the queen.
āļ“ āļ­āļēāļ“āļēāļˆัāļāļĢāđāļŦ่āļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ‚āļ”āļ”āđ€āļ”ี่āļĒāļ§āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ”ูāđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāđ€āļĢāļēāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĢāļēāļŠิāļ™ี
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside.
āļžāļēāļĒุāđ€āļŦ่āļēāļŦāļ­āļ™āļĢāļēāļ§āļัāļšāļĄีāļžāļēāļĒุāļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļŦāļĄุāļ™āļ­āļĒู่āļ āļēāļĒāđƒāļ™āļ™ี้
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I’ve tried.
āļĄิāļ­āļēāļˆāđ€āļ็āļšāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ§้āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āđƒāļ™āđ„āļ”้ āļŠāļ§āļĢāļĢāļ„์āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļžāļĒāļēāļĒāļēāļĄāđāļĨ้āļ§
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see. Be the good girl, you always have to be.
āļ­āļĒ่āļēāđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĄāļēāđ„āļ”้ āļ­āļĒ่āļēāđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļŦ็āļ™ āļˆāļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āļ”ี āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļŠāļĄāļ­
Conceal don’t feel. Don’t let them know. Well, now they know.
āļ›āļāļ›ิāļ” āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŦ้āļĢู้āļŠึāļ (āļŦāļĢืāļ­   āđ€āļ็āļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļ­āļēāđ„āļ§้) āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ‚āļē āļĢู้āļ—āļ§่āļēāđƒāļ™āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ็āļĢู้āđāļĨ้āļ§
Let it go, let it go. Can’t hold it back anymore.
āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļู้āļĄัāļ™āļāļĨัāļšāļĄāļēāđ„āļ”้āļ­ีāļ
Let it go, let it go.  Turn away and slam the door.
āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ›  āđ„āļ›āđ„āļāļĨāđ† āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ›ิāļ”āļ›āļĢāļ°āļ•ู
I don’t care. What they’re going to say.
āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļ™āļัāļšāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļ°āļžูāļ”āļัāļ™
Let the storm rage on, the cold never bothers me anyway.
āđƒāļŦ้āļžāļēāļĒุāđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™ āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŦāļ™āļēāļ§āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļˆāļ°āļĢāļšāļāļ§āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āđƒāļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āđƒāļ”āļ็āļ•āļēāļĄ
It’s funny how some distance, make everything seems small.
āļĄัāļ™āļ•āļĨāļ āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āļĢāļ°āļĒāļ°āļŦ่āļēāļ‡āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ—ุāļāļŠิ่āļ‡āđ€āļĨ็āļāļĨāļ‡āđ„āļ›āđ„āļ”้āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĢ
And the fear that’s one controlled me. Can’t get to me at all.
āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļāļĨัāļ§āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠิ่āļ‡āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ—ี่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ„āļ§āļšāļ„ุāļĄāļ‰ัāļ™ āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ­āļēāļ—ุāļāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļ›āļˆāļēāļāļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ”้
It’s time to see what I can do! To test the limits and break through.
āļĄัāļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāđāļĨ้āļ§āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļŦ็āļ™(āđ„āļ”้āļĢู้ āđ„āļ”้āļžิāļŠูāļˆāļ™์) āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ—āļģāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāđ„āļ”้āļš้āļēāļ‡ āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ—āļ”āļŠāļ­āļšāļ‚ีāļ”āļˆāļģāļัāļ” āđāļĨāļ°āļāļēāļĢāļ—āļģāļĨāļēāļĒāļĄัāļ™
No right no wrong. No rules for me… I’m free!
āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ–ูāļ āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļœิāļ” āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļāļŽāđ€āļāļ“āļ‘์āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ­ิāļŠāļĢāļ°
Let it go, let it go. I’m one with the wind and sky.
āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĨāļĄ  āđāļĨāļ°āļ—้āļ­āļ‡āļŸ้āļē
Let it go, let it go. You’ll never see me cry.
āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āđ€āļ˜āļ­(āļŦāļĢืāļ­ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ˜āļ­)āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢ้āļ­āļ‡āđ„āļŦ้āļ­ีāļ
Here I stand. And, here I stay. Let the storm rage on.
āļ™ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒืāļ™(āļŦāļĒัāļ”) āđāļĨāļ°āļ™ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒู่ āđƒāļŦ้āļžāļēāļĒุāđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™
My power flurries through the air into the ground.
āļžāļĨัāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđƒāļ™āļ­āļēāļāļēāļĻ āđāļĨāļ°āđ‚āļ›āļĢāļĒāļĨāļ‡āļĄāļēāļŠู่āļžื้āļ™āļ”ิāļ™
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around.
āļ§ิāļāļāļēāļ“āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļĄุāļ™āļ‚āļ”āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ™้āļģāđāļ‚็āļ‡āļĢāļ­āļšāļĢāļ­āļšāļāļēāļĒ
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast.
āđāļĨāļ°āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āđƒāļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ„ิāļ”āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ่āļ­āļ•ัāļ§āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļĢิāļŠāļ•ัāļĨ āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āļัāļšāđ€āļāļĨ็āļ”āļ™้āļģāđāļ‚็āļ‡
I never going back. The past is in the past.
āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļāļĨัāļšāđ„āļ› āļ­āļ”ีāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļ­āļ”ีāļ•
Let it go, let it go. And I’ll rise like the break of dawn.
āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļŠ่āļ­āļ‡āđāļŠāļ‡āļŠāļ§่āļēāļ‡āļ”ัāļ‡āļĢุ่āļ‡āļ­āļĢุāļ“
Let it go, let it go.  That perfect girl is gone.
āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāļĄัāļ™āđ„āļ› āđ€āļ”็āļāļŦāļิāļ‡āļ—ี่āļ”ีāļ—ุāļāļ”้āļēāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ­āļĒู่ (āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ­ีāļ)āđāļĨ้āļ§
Here I stand in the light of day.
āļ™ี่āđ„āļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒืāļ™āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āđāļŠ่āļ‡āļŠāļ§่āļēāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ§ัāļ™

Let the storm rage on.
āđƒāļŦ้āļžāļēāļĒุāđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™
The cold never bothers me anyway.
āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŦāļ™āļēāļ§āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļˆāļ°āļĢāļšāļāļ§āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āđƒāļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āđƒāļ”āļ็āļ•āļēāļĄ

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Saturday, August 6, 2016

Story telling M1 (finalized)

One day in the morning, in front of a department store, a blind boy sat on a step of the building with a hat by his feet.  He held up the sign which said ...

“I’M BLIND, PLEASE HELP!”

There were only a few coins in the hat.

A woman was walking by, she took a few coins from her pocket and dropped them into the hat.  But after some steps away, she had thought something and returned.  She then took the sign, turned it around and wrote.  She laid the sign back so that everyone who walked by later would see the new words.

Being blind, the boy could only remember the woman by touching her shoes.

That day, people walked by as usual.  But more coins were dropped into the hat.  Soon, the hat began to fill up.  Actually, it was so full that it had never been before.

In the afternoon, the woman who has changed the sign came back to see how things were going.  The boy recognized her steps and shoes.  So, he asked: “Were you the one who changed the sign this morning?  What did you write?”  And that kind woman replied: “I wrote as same as yours, but in the different way.”

Her new words were:
“TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY BUT I CANNOT SEE IT!”


See!  Only some words changed on same meaning, it changes the outcome.  We use words everyday to communicate, to express our feelings and thoughts.  But we often forget how powerful the words can be and how important it is to choose them with care.  If we wish to attract love, happiness and success, ...
CHANGE YOUR WORDS, CHANGE YOUR WORLD.  

I believe that we all here can do.
Have A BEAUTIFUL DAY, and YOU WILL SEE IT -- thank you :)



(An original video in YouTube: The Power of Words)

Friday, August 5, 2016

Story telling 1

One day infront of the department store. A blind boy sat on a steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He helds up the sign which said “I’m blind, please help! There were only a few coins in the hat. A woman was walking by, she took a few coins from  her pocket and dropped them into the hat. She then took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. She took the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. Soon, the hat began to filled up. That afternoon the woman who has changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized her shoes he looked up and asked “Were you the one who change the sign this morning? What did you write? The woman said “I wrote for as the same you wrote but, in the different way” “I wrote TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY BUT I CANNOT SEE IT!”

          See? Only some word’s but on a same meaning…it’s change out come. We use words every day to communicate, to express our feelings and throughts, but we often how powerful the words can be and how important it is to choose them with care if we wish to attract love, happiness and success. CHANGE  WORDS CHANGE THE WORLD. And I think all of we can do it!

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Personal Profile


I think I’m organized  person. I sometimes plan my day, and especially for my holiday. I’ve got healthy lifestyle. I usually go exercise with my family in the morning at the park after breakfast. I think I eat healthy, too after exercising, I eat some fruits and juice. Then I go to my mother’s office with my parents. Finally, in the morning, I do my homework and other things. I spend time good I think!. Most of the time, I spend it with eating. In freetime. I play the piano, clean room and watch VDO or series, make handcraft.



 

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Hello Blog!!!

Start using blog!
Use about doing work project and other.
My blog has start at July 24th ,2016.