Thoughts are a very mysterious thing, always jumping into the bottom of the heart between the eyebrows inadvertently.
Walking in the cool winter wind, watching the misery of the wind chasing the leaves, the helplessness of the leaves, as if I want your mood.
Sitting under the eaves and watching a rain fall, watching the rain fall, thinking about you, you are not the rain that fell into the city, but the rain will pull up your memory.
In the spring of a strange flowering period, the fragrance of the flower is you, the aesthetic beauty of the flower shadow is you, the butterfly dance between the flowers is you, and the scattered petals under the flowers are you.
Obviously there is no you between the flowers, but it is to see the flowers, the flowers are you, the flowers are you, the flowers are you, the flowers are you.
Hiding in the lonely corner of the night waiting for a meteor shower, looking forward to not the sudden beauty of the meteor shower, but the moment when the meteor shower crosses the eyes, I can close my eyes and tell the meteor shower about my lovesickness, and then instruct it to bring my thoughts to you.
I really miss you, I am always powerless to resist thinking of you, day or night, thinking of you all the time.
Thinking of you to the point of not being able to breathe, thinking of your heartache, thinking of your inability to control your state of mind, sometimes sad, sometimes joyful.
What hurts is parting, but what is happy is the warm memories you have left in my life.
Although the song was finally scattered, I am still grateful that you have come to my life, and that you have left enough for me to reminisce for a lifetime.
I am tired of the world's troubles, tired of deceiving me, just hoping that A pure land will be deep in my heart, avoiding the noise of red dust, just to properly accommodate your tenderness.
There is one less you around, the memories are all you, you are not around, but it is the eternity of my thoughts.
Missing is a very mysterious and mysterious thing, always deeply entangled in my heart, thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you....
There is a kind of acacia called indefinite.
There is a kind of obsession called eternity.
For the rest of my life, I am in the world where you are not there, I miss you, I am addicted to you, and I let you live in seclusion in my heart for a lifetime.
Since you left, I have become accustomed to lovesickness, to loneliness, to being alone and holding on to your memories, of being obsessed with lovesickness for you.
Thinking about our past over and over again, sketching you over and over again, the way you look in my mind, is always as clear as ever.
I really love a person, but I can't exchange my heart for a lifetime of dependence, I want to forget, but I always have my eyebrows in my heart, and I can't avoid each other.
Look at the wind and the moon, the wind is also you, the rain is also you, the beauty of the flowers is you, and the leisurely of the clouds is you.
The lone bird crossed the sky, and it was you who was surprised; the butterflies were scattered among the flowers, and the Man Dance Qingzi was you.
Travel all over the red dust, the top of the green mountain is you, the shore of the clear water lake is you, the small bridge flows, the purple flowers, everywhere is you.
Obviously, I can't see you, I can't touch you, but my mind is full of you.
There is no reason to stay with each other, but love will not change, if love can not be exchanged for a consummation, it will be placed in the heart to bless you and miss you.
Memories penetrate time and return to the past with you.
At that time, you were around, the sun was warm and warm, the flowers were blooming and colorful, the birds were chirping, and the butterflies were dancing softly.
Then I knew that you would be the love of my life, so, for you, I made a promise to treat you with affection for a lifetime, and I was obsessed with you.
To this day, the old time is far away, our fate has fallen to the end of the world, and the song has finally dispersed, but the oath of the earth and the earth is still my obsession as before.
My love will never change, you are with or not around, it is destined to be born only for you alone, and deep, and true, and delusional....
Thinking of you, I really miss you, seal my heart and lock my love, and miss you for an indefinite period of time
Thinking of you, I really miss you, the winter wind is thin and cool, the thoughts are safe, if you are well, it is a sunny day!