Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

This break is not that break. Have just survived a multi-week temporary break brought out by bf. celebrate~~~
Saw it in Friends and SATC and on my own friends. But didn't predict it would happen to us. Why do man like "temporary breaks"? What's damn wrong with them! Anyway, it turned out that, like a friend of mine said, he is my weng zhong zhi bie! hiahia~~~