Você procurou por: just left your dress dear (Inglês - Tagalo)

i love your dress
i love your outfits and your dress

just left
pagdating

your dress are so pretty
napakaganda mo

he just left
kaalis lang niya

you look fancy in your dress
maganda ka sa damit na ito

left your brain
pagbabasa ng pag-unawa quetions ng pag-unawa

you look gorgeous in your dress yesterday
maganda ka sa damit na ito

he just left earlier
kaalis lang nila

so you left your wife?
iniwan mo ang iyong asawa?

he just left for australia
kaaalis lang nya papuntang city

no one was home, so i just left
gud am...may tao kaya dyan sa bahay nina mrs giraudo?

it’s about who came and never left your side.
friendship isn’t about whom you’ve known the longest. it’s about who came and never left your side.

it's about who came, and never left your side.
ang pagkakaibigan ay hindi ang matagal mo nang kilala

you've left your id at home, so you can't come in.
naiwan mo ang id mo sa bahay, kaya hindi ka makakapasok.

friendship isn't whom you have known the longest it's about who came and never left your side
ang pagkakaibigan ay hindi ang matagal mo nang kilala

ok him. clear photograph. just left picture, solid video only allowed. more or less, beautiful and easy to use.
mz u mhalda ng buhai qu.. ann delos reyes cadenas..

friendship isn't about whom you have known the longest... it's about who came, and never left your side.
ang pagkakaibigan ay hindi ang matagal mo nang kilala

life can get you down so i just numb the way it feels i drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills and all the ones that love me they just left me on the shelf my farewell so before i save someone else, i've got to save myself
bicol

ni am here myself; as though this heave of effort at starting other life, fulfilled my own: rose-leaves that whirl in colour round a core of seed-specks kindled lately and softly blown by all the blood of the rose-bush into being - strange, that the urgent will in me, to set my mouth on hers in kisses, and so softly to bring together two strange sparks, beget another life from our lives, so should send the innermost fire of my own dim soul out- spinning and whirling in blossom of flame and being upon me! that my completion of manhood should be the beginning another life from mine! for so it looks. the seed is purpose, blossom accident. the seed is all in all, the blossom lent to crown the triumph of this new descent. is that it, woman? does it strike you so? the great breath blowing a tiny seed of fire fans out your petals for excess of flame, till all your being smokes with fine desire? or are we kindled, you and i, to be one rose of wonderment upon the tree of perfect life, and is our possible seed but the residuum of the ecstasy? how will you have it? - the rose is all in all, or the ripe rose-fruits of the luscious fall? the sharp begetting, or the child begot? our consummation matters, or does it not? to me it seems the seed is just left over from the red rose-flowers' fiery transience; just orts and slarts; berries that smoulder in the bush which burnt just now with marvellous immanence. blossom, my darling, blossom, be a rose of roses unchidden and purposeless; a rose for rosiness only, without an ulterior motive; for me it is more than enough if the flower un-close.
tagalog