Agony (continued)
High on its shelf,
It sits by the hour,
Maintaining its cover.
Blithe and becoming,
And frequently showing
A lighthearted air:
Ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~ah

Agony!
Far more painful than yours,
When you know it would go with you
If there only were Fedex

.....
Agony!
Misery!
Woe!
Though it`s different for each.
Always ten steps behind--
Always ten feet below--
And it is just out of reach.
Agony
That can cut like a knife!
I must have it for pillow!

(Skip in again)

Did I abuse it
Or show it disdain?
Why does it run from me?
If I should lose it,
How shall I regain
The heart it has won from me?

Agony!
Beyond power of speech,
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach.

Agony~~~~

You are singing the song I was expecting, of course!
Ah~~ah~~ah~~ah~~Agony~~~~~

AGONY~~Far more painful than yours...

(Skip away~~ Got the pic? I won`t wear tights though...hah)

I understand how FREE thinks.
After all, she is my tilly swin.

After reading half of the book, Albert tiptoed to take it away. Later he came back with a smile. At that moment, I was thinking of Free`s agony.....

Think of this: This beloved writer/artist for the first time talked about his great achievement ON THE STAGE DESIGN!

AGONY!

`s gasping and needing more air...

`s sister is in the US, which means no chance at all...

`s thinking of my other beloved friends...

`s wondering whether they got my message...

`s almost quitting her you-know-what habit, but this is another case...

看到這本書的時候是我在逛博克來書店的網站看到的,等到薪水一拿到我一定立刻買回來˙