Today, there are still no Yu say Pak phanang, even though it was interrupted by the sound of music, karaoke night at the Bangkok people I sleep not asleep, but because there are still sounds of birds singing in the morning with a blow from the wai. There is a coffee shop, a vintage rice fragrant with Tom. There is a road, a river, watching a beautiful sunset. The child is father of the lonely stretch of shopping and send smiles to each other in the night clubs.
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