The rain, falling in the cold winter months, brought a hint of humidity and coolness.
The moisture of this winter rain, accompanied by a trace of longing, made me gradually experience the pain and warmth of missing.
When I think of you, my heart seems to be blown by a warm spring breeze, releasing a swirling happiness and touch.
The winter rain kept knocking on the window, like the hazy but firm heartbeat of longing, which deeply touched my heartstrings. It reminds me of your soft, languid voice, which intoxicates my heart in the silence of the night, like a drop of warm wine in the middle of the night.
I always secretly think that maybe this rain is your voice, accompanying me to soothe the wounds and loneliness of my soul.
Thinking of you is my unique Xi. When the cold winter outside melts into cold rain, I will miss the I love you the most, and miss the warm hands that dispelled the cold of the years for me.
I miss your smiling eyes, which can condense all my affection and warmth. Whenever I think of your appearance, I feel as if I have traveled through the long river of time and returned to the winter that embraced you.
Whether it's windy or snowy, I drift on the lake of fantasy with the boat I miss. I want to give this heart that will always love you to the snowflakes that are as white as jade, and I long for the snowflakes to bloom on the heart lake.
Snowflakes flutter gently, swaying with the deep affection of the heart. They were filled with a sense of encouragement and positivity, warming my cold and desperate heart. In the rain and snow in the wilderness, I can still feel the warmth of your company.
The cold rain outside the window brings a throbbing like a musical note, as if it is your soft sigh, like a trilling of sadness and nostalgia.
I leaned over to listen to the raindrops, silently brushing away the gloom from my heart for you. Every drop of rain contains a seed of love, whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, they are sowing the germ of hope for longing.
This kind of rain makes me even more convinced that love is the spark of winter, and only when it is watered with sincere love will it bloom into warm stamens.
The rain in the cold winter always melts into my thoughts about you. They fall on the edge of the window, dripping into the heart, brewing the warmth of thoughts and emotions.
My thoughts are like winter rain, silently infiltrating every corner of my life. Every drop of water in the rain shows you in my heart. They struck the strings of my heart, serenade after serenade.
Moistened by the winter rain, I feel as if I have returned to the original moment, to the winter when I met you.
At that time, you smiled and opened the door of warmth for me. I remember the way your soft hair fluttered in the cold wind, as if whispering a vow of love to me.
And now, even though the years have passed, the warmth you have brought me still remains in the bottom of my heart, and it has not diminished a bit. The years have polished us in the rainy season, but they have also made us miss each other more deeply.
The cold rain of winter seems to tell a soulful story. They took away a year's sadness and countless regrets, and also made me feel more precious and meaningful in my life.
The winter rain has moistened my heart and made me more determined to miss and love you. In this cold season of winter rain, my heart is like a bright light, illuminating the harbor in my heart, so that I no longer hesitate in the long night.
The winter rain is cold, but I miss you very warm. The rain moistens the garden of the soul and makes the flowers of longing bloom in the heart. And you are the most beautiful flower in this garden.
The thoughts are like fireworks, gorgeous and colorful, which makes me indulge in deep thoughts about you. At that moment, I could hear your hearty laughter and your soft murmur.