I miss you, I miss you, I want to put all I have into a bamboo blue and give it to you. On a sunny day, there is my sunny face, and on a rainy day, there are tears hanging on the branches. I call your name like a tree of ripe apples, and a field full of blooming rape flowers, and hold it in front of your eyes.
I couldn't go to the city and follow my thoughts day and night. It's just a person who farms the land, sprinkling the days of parting into the open soil, longing for the beginning of the year to bloom as I want. I planted the wind and rain alone, the endless crying of a person, and the dark night with no end in sight.
With my head resting on your snort, how can I fall asleep?The text bloomed in April, and fell into red mud before July. I don't understand why people who love each other always have to separate, no matter how charming and dense their hearts grow, it is difficult to get to where they want to go, and it is difficult to rely on the distressed smell of tobacco.
I miss you, miss you, love you, and I don't want to let you down. I have picked cotton, eggplant, and edamame, and I want to pick three feet of white moonlight, clumsily and scribbly copy the vibrant fields and send them to you, and at the same time wrap three or two pieces of soil to let you smell the spring in your hometown.
Lighting a red candle also ignited the pain in my heart, and the hope that had been flowing down my face. Little me, little heart doesn't know the right place to place. Could it be that they are destined to experience more grief than ordinary people?On this winter night, I miss you, miss you, love you, I have lit the fire for you......