For many days, this is a familiar inertia: hard times have given me a state of missing, and passion and lingering have filled my conscious space. You're over there and I'm over here.
We should be grateful for distance, which creates beauty for us; On your delicate cheeks, it condenses the mysterious enchanting, reflecting the exquisiteness and endurance that others do not have; We should thank the distance, which opens the north-south boundary, so the lights are still on and the home is still warm; I should thank the distance. It is the distance that gives me a chance to read you a thousand times, so I think you are the love I have been trying to pursue. I should also thank time. In the days when I met you, every morning made me smile. Every night, I will fully summarize and recall this day. I also know that you are there and I am here.
You're over there and I'm over here. It's always repeated like this, and no one listens and no one needs to listen. Because, I always feel that only you can hear, and I hope you can hear.
In fact, every repetition is full of helplessness, every repetition is full of bitterness, and every repetition is worth a thousand words. In the days when I miss you, I see through Qian Shan, which is separated from you and me, and the shouts are diffracted over many mountains: you are standing by the river, letting the sea breeze blow your clothes, and your face is full of waiting anxiety and loss. ...
But I'm here and you're still there.
Perhaps, you can't hear every call, you can only judge by intuition; Perhaps, every call comes from the heart born in the liver, which makes me tired, haggard and unable to extricate myself; Indeed, every call affects my nerve organs, so always after the hysterical call, tears in my eyes quietly linger …
Missing you is the theme of my life. Because I can't cross the barriers set by fate, and I can't get out of the established choices that life has given me; Thinking of you is all my feelings, because only you can make me more passionate, fuller, braver, stronger and more enlightened; Missing you is my true confession. In this materialistic money society, I can't fool others like others Although, I am here, you are still there.
Miss you no matter where you are; Miss you, I can control all my time. Wind can bring my thoughts to you, rain can bring my thoughts to you, spring can send my passion and dreams, and summer can convey my enthusiasm and enthusiasm. ...
Miss you, I connect history into memory, and I imagine thousands of miles as facing. But I never think about the ending: it is a good ending to continue the beautiful process sincerely and infinitely. Hidden in your mind, engraved in your heart, no matter where you are!
No matter where you are, I know who you are …
Miss you. Proceed from emotion and stop at reason.