"I woke up in the middle of the night in the rain and one side of the quilt was hanging on the ground. I have a Xi of kicking off the quilt when I sleep. This has been a problem since I was in elementary school. "My mom used to ask me, 'Who would you like to marry?'"Haha......I don't know why I kicked the ** away, but maybe it was too hot. It won't be too cold this fall!
I seem to have become Xi to missing you far away when I write at my desk. No matter how much I wanted to see her, the smile on her lips was as innocent as a girl, and the indescribable brightness in her eyes made me linger. Whether you like it or not, your words are irresistible, and there is a feeling that is rare in the world between the lines.
From today onwards I will write poems for you again and try to do the impossible for you. I want to use this pen to write a poem for you that will be passed down through the ages. I want to use the ink on my desk to paint a classic that has been passed down through the ages. I am me, an ordinary person, who pays for you, loves you, and will never give up on you in my life.
Flowers bloom and fall, autumn goes to winter. The seasons change, but what doesn't change is my love for you. When night falls, I will stand on the balcony and play a cheerful song for you, the bright moonlight will shine through your window, and I will fall into dreams with you, talking about love, past and present.