Usted buscó: i will pursue you until it becomes mutual (Inglés - Tagalo)

soo i will pursue you
gusto kita i pursue

i will love you until then
ill love you then

i will love you until i die
mamahalin kita hanggang mahal kita

i will support you until the end
suportahan kita hanggang sa huli

i will love you until my last sanity
mamahalin kita hanggang sa huli kong hininga

it will continue to increase until it becomes full knowledge
ito ay pa tuloy at pa tuloy na madadagdagan hanggang maging buong kaalaman

i will wait for you until the right time
hihintayin kita hanggang sa tamang panahon

i will love you until the day of my death.
ikaw ang dugay ko na nga gipangita

i will love you until the last moment of my life.
patuloy ka naming mamahalin

no matter what happen baby i will always love you until my last breath
lagi kitang mamahalin hanggang sa huli kong hininga

thank you for coming in to my life and holding my hand forever i will be loving you until my last breath
thank you for choosing me in your life i will be loving you until my last breath

until it's my turn, i will clapping for others.
until it's my turn, i will calpping for others

until its my turn , i will keep clapping my hands for others. its really simple.
until its my turn , i will keep clapping my hands for others. ang simple lang talaga.

to my loving mother and father first of all, i am writing this letter to let you know that i love you. i have loved you ever since the day i was born and i will love you until the rest of my life. i would like to thank you for bringing me up on this world, shaping me to become a person that i am now. i do not know what i would do without you. words might not express the love that i have for you but i hope this letter would make you feel how serious i am to let you know that you are the most im
tagalog

many artists lived in the greenwich village area of new york. two young women named sue and johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. johnsy's real name was joanna. in november, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. this disease, pneumonia, killed many people. johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. she looked through the small window. she could see the side of the brick house next to her building. one morning, a doctor examined johnsy and took her temperature. then he spoke with sue in another room. "she has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "and that chance is for her to want to live. your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. has she anything on her mind?" "she -- she wanted to paint the bay of naples in italy some day," said sue. "paint?" said the doctor. "bosh! has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "a man?" said sue. "is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "i will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "but whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, i take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." after the doctor had gone, sue went into the workroom and cried. then she went to johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. johnsy lay with her face toward the window. sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. she began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. young artists must work their way to "art" by making pictures for magazine stories. sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. she went quickly to the bedside. johnsy's eyes were open wide. she was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. sue looked out the window. what was there to count? there was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. an old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. the cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "what is it, dear?" asked sue. "six," said johnsy, quietly. "they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head hurt to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there are only five left now." "five what, dear?" asked sue. "leaves. on the plant. when the last one falls i must go, too. i've known that for three days. didn't the doctor tell you?" "oh, i never heard of such a thing," said sue. "what have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? and you used to love that vine. don't be silly. why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! try to eat some soup now. and, let me go back to my drawing, so i can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "you needn't get any more wine," said johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "there goes another one. no, i don't want any soup. that leaves just four. i want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. then i'll go, too." "johnsy, dear," said sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until i am done working? i must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "tell me as soon as you have finished," said johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "i want to see the last one fall. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
c / ang huling dahon ng o henry