Ten years ago, I lost my job of . I was asked in an for sales. I was and not well at that time, but still it went on step by step until stuck by a from an sales right to me, “talk about in , any topic, such as your . Right, talk about your .”

I was for a long while and my head was all empty. Maybe he was I didn't speak very well, but , I did not know my very well. Not much as as do. I know I have a , , when I was in the third year of . It was in the night when my uncle gave me the phone, and I even the one on the other side was some that I even call him uncle, and I found a sense of to the man on the other side of the phone until he as --my . I was then him every year on in far from home like and and then in , . We in but not our of . We are not like and sons but one heart and one lost soul.

I one day, that I went back in that room and about my dad. I began with the word .

My is a . In my about my , he was ,like it was his only in this world. you himdance with my father 歌词, the smell of , or light of , will into the air as if an . He a lot. Most of the time he will be and into , or ,with in or about . I guess in his point of viewdance with my father 歌词, are in two types, and non. It is kind of a to smoke and he would just a to a right after a few words of small talk. If they start to smoke , they will come and keep on for a until they with each other or even reach some deal of sales. , , more and more young chose not to smoke, and I am one of them.