After Hours in Mongolia – Authentic Thermos Poetry
We had a rather long shooting day. “Time’s running fast” I hear from the right. We’re all a little bit drunk. Work‘s behind us, we got a 7:30 start tomorrow, Shanghai is looming.
Hanna, my amazing key gaffer, wants to buy shorts and made the effort to note all Mongolian English day-to-day poetry, we encounter here on almost everything. On one-way tea cups, fridges, our thermos, our fridge.
SPRING Beautiful Patterns. Every time we walk through the gardens can not help but be that colorful fragrant flowers that attract. Love Story. Wheather the love to you of one minute, or all the summer, I better goten there before.
The thermos says Your Own Room – feel the warm flower of spring open. Feel the fragrance of flower four overflow.
A prop is telling us Sweet Heart I will be there by your side, just you try and stop me.
And our tea cups are Sweet. I’m happy. Because together with you.
Our fridge is Frestech.
And we are drunk. But only a little bit.
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