Who Is The Song Candle In The Wind About นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I no longer had to consider him. That day, my manager asked again during the meeting. "Who's willing to go for the Northton project next week?" The meeting room went silent as everyone lowered their heads, avoiding his eyes. Next week was Valentine's Day, and no one wanted to travel for work then. In that room full of silence, I was the only one who raised my hand. "I'll go." My manager looked up at me surprised before nodding. "Alright, Janice. You and Harry Fisher from the neighboring department will be going together. Look out for each other out there."

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

Putting the candles on her birthday cake, Martin sang her a birthday song as he always did. As she closed her eyes, she wished quietly that she would really have a new life after leaving Martin, and blew out the candles. Martin smiled at her, asking what she wished for. 'Leaving you.' Stacy thought as she simply kept her eyes on the cake as she cut it.

He looks up at the ceiling and asks, “Why, Miles? What drove you to do it?” The drugs are pulling me back down into the dark and my voice sounds like someone else’s when I answer: “Poison prayer got stuck in my mind, like a bad seed caught in a wheel . . . dropped here and took root.” Joe snaps his fingers near my closed eyes. I’m falling through drops of flame. “Miles. You’re not making sense. What made you do it?” “Snow in my bones . . . beast in my blood . . . wind in my heart.”

“You used to say that the northern lights you spent a lifetime chasing were never meant for you, and there was no need to chase them anymore.” “Yeah.” “Look at that,” he whispered, pulling me close. “Now, the lights came all the way out here to find you on their own.”

In her eyes, he was always just a senior she respected. In fact, her trip to Sunland this time was not because of Rob at all. It was because her best friend, Hyacinth Johnson, lived there. She had come to Sunland to relax and clear her head with her best friend. After staying for a while, she planned to continue traveling to other countries, sightseeing as she went.

I had believed that love could grow with time, and I had believed that sincerity could move mountains; that enough devotion could melt even the coldest heart. After all those years, I finally understood. It had all been nothing more than my own wishful thinking. I had been nothing more than a moth drawn to a flame.

She got a pen and paper from the waiter and continued writing. Jason tightened his grip before smiling bitterly. "My wife." Perhaps the woman in front of him looked too much like Ivy; Jason had his guard down. For the first time in a year, he poured out the pain he had kept buried deep inside. "I loved my wife very much. But because of some malicious rumors, I made the wrong judgment. In the end, she died in a fire. "Ever since then, I’ve had the same dream every night. In it, I always manage to grab her hand amid the flames. But just as we’re about to escape, she always pulls away and walks back into the fire.

My dad even told Vincent that he had to bring me back, or he would beat Vincent to death. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Standing up, I looked out the window at the vast white field of snow. I couldn't care less how they were doing now. I only cared that it was snowing. I could invite Madison to go skiing with me. Why waste time mourning the past when I was heading toward a beautiful future?

At the hospital, she even told me that it did not matter if I lived or died. That was when I lost all hope. After I returned to the country, I started drinking a lot and gave the company to my cousin. On Wendy’s birthday, I drank even more. Then, I saw her again. She told me that she forgave me. She asked me if I wanted to be with her. I cried and said yes. I was willing to go anywhere with her, whether it was heaven or hell.