Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on it's own...
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten...
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark...
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on its own
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
Man tai vienas dalykas su dabartiniais emoji, tai kad jie gerokai didesni nei tekstas ir kartais dėl to negražiai atrodo. Nors nauji atrodo per maži, bent iš mano ekrano žiūrint, todėl net nežinau, koks sprendimas būtų geriausias.
Šiaip, at the end of all this, man emoji nėra svarbus reikalas. Jei jų nebūtų, aš nelabai ir pasigesčiau. Galėčiau parašyti dvitaškį ir D didžiąją arba skliaustą ir to užtektų visiems suprasti šiais laikais
Ten kažkokių elaborate emoji, kur ten visokių profesijų žmogeliukai būna ir pan. komplikuotos nesąmonės nenaudoju. Vėliavėlių ir tų turbūt nėra tekę gyvenime panaudoti.
Nu aš emoji prisijaukinau ir kartais komentaruose vartoju, tiesa, aš naudoju dažniausiai visokius generic smile'us ar kažkokius simbolius (kaip būna visokios varnelės, up-arrow, šauktukai facebook'e arba discord'e).
Kaip ir va emoji aptarimas yra naudingas. Būtų įdomu sužinoti ir visų nuomonę apie juos, kad ir esamus, kas kokius mėgsta naudoti, arba kodėl nemėgsta.
Ne jokia segregracija, tiesiog būtų chaosas jei ne iki galo funkcionuojantis būtų pas visus iš karto. Yra ką galima pokalbių dėžutėje pasakyt, ir yra ko ne. Manau, vis tiek maloniau žinoti, kad kažkas išvis daroma, negi ne?
Segregacija kažkokia... )))))))))
Kadangi mes neturėtume žinot šios informacijos, tai gal geriau jam a.ž. rašyt negu pokalbių dėžutėje dėstyti problemas. Efektyviau tiesiog. Mes vis tiek nerelate'inam.
2009 m. spalio 20 d. 15:40:04
Let the cold blood flow on its own
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
It was the light's end
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