Author: Xin Yue Lan Yan.
You once said: As long as love is there, longing will never disappear. Acacia has been the most tragic since ancient times, and it is difficult to complain at the ends of the world. Having your time is the deepest memory.
I didn't think about you on purpose, I just couldn't help myself. Quiet night, looking into the distance, I miss you very much, but I can't and dare not disturb you, I am a ** tear, a person reminiscing about the past.
Life is an out-of-print movie that can't be replayed, no matter how hard you try, you can't go back if you can't go back. Because you can't have it anymore, it's hard to forget.
When I miss you, you are close to me;When I wanted to see you, you were so far away from me.
When I miss you, the memories are the most turbulent, and when I miss you, I really hope that you will come back to me.
I thought I could be very free, I thought that one day, when I thought of you again, there would be no waves in my heart, in fact, I could never break free from the love network I had weaved.
I'm missing you, I'm waiting for you, waiting until the lack of the moon becomes the full moon, and the sea becomes a mulberry field. Lovesickness is bitter, leaving the city of acquaintance, but I can't forget the truest love.
Every day I write about you, the notepad is about you, every day I miss you, my mind is full of you, this is an exclamation point of love for you, and it will never go away.
Thinking of you is a kind of sweet sadness, accustomed to thinking of you, accustomed to missing you, and giving everything to just you.
The beautiful companionship that once warmed my years. When I miss you, loneliness is especially beautiful.
Write a piece of bitter thoughts on the letterhead, I throw it into the clouds, when you look up, will you see my thoughts so long.
Grateful to meet, in the name of love, miss a period of time, miss someone. Even the whole world will forget, and I can't forget you, and I don't want to lose your news.
If you are in your heart, you will miss you for a lifetime, and you are all between the lines, because you have followed my footsteps and walked through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the world.
The world is shaky, you are the person I miss the most, there is a kind of happiness, called moving;There is a kind of longing, called heartache, the years are passing, but it can't stop a heart that misses you. In the long red dust, I only want to interlock my fingers with you, morning and twilight.