Really, whenever my thoughts pass by, a wonderful arc will flash.
She was frozen in my time tunnel, with subtle splendor and freeze.
It is dark blue and mysterious.
It is a purple flower, noble and elegant.
Like a dream, like a poem, like a mysterious montage, forever and ever, very long. ...
It is a kind of happiness to miss you.
That kind of happiness warms my nerves,
Suddenly fluttering, like corals dancing in the ocean,
Looming, wandering in the oasis of water.
Miss you, I explore the spirit of the lamp,
Every flash is my crazy feeling,
It goes deep into your heart at the speed of light.
People say, however, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Are you like me at this time?
Our hearts sprout in illusion, which is a blend of feelings and a narrative of love.
Miss you, I'd rather find a kind of loneliness in the dark,
Let the soul of the night fly, let the darkness around me drown me,
Or let all kinds of strange expressions be conveyed to the other side of the sky.
Miss you, I will savor the beauty you recited.
Every time I listen to you, I will close my eyes and enjoy the realm of shallow singing.
I want to know if you are like me at this time,
Silly smile, read, taste, feel the unspeakable feeling.
What kind of feelings is that?
In the silence, it seems that pilgrims gather and bring wonderful wind.
The gentle attack warmed my lonely heart.
Miss you, I will be in your article,
Look for hot words between the lines,
In order to fill my desolate blank,
Or excited, or warm, or sad, or high mood,
Every paragraph is a harmonious note,
Dissipate in the air and ring in the vast universe.
Miss you, you walked into my dream,
In a hazy illusion, I said in your arms, is that you?
I want you to talk, and you say you love me!
You will tease humorously, well, I said, you love me!
Knowing the pity you can't express,
And I still hope you can really say, I love you!
I know you won't say it, but your eyes have told me that you are hot.
That crazy kiss has explained all this.
So, all the excitement, all the excitement made me drown in the ocean of love. ...
Let miss become a sail, let love become a boat, and we will sail and sail in this spiritual journey.
Leave traces in windy days and condense in snow season.
That's our cold feeling,
She sublimated and interpreted a beautiful story in the world.
Always, always ... miss you,
Beautiful, beautiful ...
Missing you is a kind of beauty, and caring is a kind of happiness.
When love is strong, people become haggard,
Love to the depths and never regret,
It is wrong to miss you or forget you,
I'd rather grieve my back,
Don't blame heaven, don't blame anyone,
Life is just a dream.
There is a feeling that when you are always insomnia,
Just admit it's "lovesickness"
There is a fate that always wakes up in a dream.
To believe that it is "eternal"
There is an eye that always breaks up,
Only then did I understand that it was "attachment"
There is a feeling that after parting,
Only then did I realize that it was "lost"
If true love is a kind of happiness,
Heartache is also happiness;
If true love is a kind of enjoyment,
Tired is also enjoyable;
If true love is an experience,
Heartbroken is also beautiful. ......
The taste of care
Bitter and sweet
The feeling of missing you
That's what happened.
Sometimes a short greeting
It's a deep memory.
Sometimes a little thing.
It is a deep affection.
Sometimes pay a little attention.
Just a sweet memory.
Sincere friends of the opposite sex will be the most beautiful highlight in ordinary life!
Missing you is a kind of beauty, and caring is a kind of happiness.