On this cold and windy winter day, I think of you, as if a heart is entangled by endless thoughts.
I often think of the time we spent together, those warm moments, those regrets that I couldn't love, have become eternal memories in my heart.
The vast distance, like an invisible sword, divides us into two different worlds.
However, my thoughts are surging like a tide, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, just to reach your heart.
Whenever night falls, I look up at the starry sky to find the twinkling star, which seems to carry my thoughts and blessings to you.
Winter rain was pouring down and wetting my window lattice.
The silky raindrops, like my concern for you, stretch endlessly.
I closed my eyes and imagined you standing in the rain, and the lonely figure in the rain looked particularly poignant.
I can't help but sigh at how far apart we are like a century.
Honey, do you know what I think about you?
Every time I think of you, my heart aches like a knife.
We used to love each other, but we were separated by the tricks of fate.
Now, I can only think of you silently in this beautiful Jiangnan, with a sincere heart, standing in this old place, standing like a tree for you.
The carved windows are still swaying in the wind, who has forgotten the closure of that window?
Once upon a time, you loved to forget to close the window just to have a clear view of the beautiful scenery outside the window.
The beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, in the cycle of the four seasons, seems so poetic, with the romance of spring, the charm of summer, the artistic conception of autumn, and the tranquility of winter.
Shuttling through the long river of time, the light of love is sprinkled in every corner of the south of the Yangtze River, the trees are more verdant, and the water is more agile.
The bluestone pavement is full of the affectionate footprints of you and me, extending deep and shallow to the depths of the years.
And under the oil-paper umbrella, the graceful and slender figure, like the most beautiful scenery in the world, kept swaying in front of my eyes.
If you wait until the lights are dim, romantic poetry spreads, a hug, an affectionate kiss, looking at the sky and forgetting the time.
What time is it?I only know that happiness is full of hearts.
The west window is lit up, faintly orange.
Outside the window, the winter wind was blowing, shouting hysterically like a madman.
And the rain, ticking down, knocked on the glass, knocked into my heart.
Recalling the past, under the candle fire in the west window, I and I, lingering, saw the pair of tender eyes like water, and heard the gentle sound like water, the sound entered the ear, the voice entered the heart.
Time is beautiful, the best period is like a dream, but after waking up from a dream, it is lonely and lonely under this west window.
The orange light stretched my shadow, and I sat alone on the small table by the window, lit a cigarette, and spread out the white letterhead, writing my affectionate thoughts for you.
In the curling smoke rings, there are my endless thoughts;In the lingering of words, there is my infinite love.
Honey, it's cold, I really miss you
I miss your graceful and beautiful figure, and that intoxicated smile.
Do you remember to wear more clothes, drink more hot water, and rest more?
I shook the pen in my hand, and continued to express my endless thoughts about you in my heart......