Missing always lurks in a corner of my heart carefully,
An old song dug you out of your heart.
I suddenly think of you, think of you, think of that miss as long as weeds in a deserted garden.
I don't know when I stopped thinking about you.
The pain at that time,
It dries up like tears on your cheeks.
I didn't love you that much.
At least this time.
I won't cry when I miss you.
I miss you very much,
Once accompanied me through the night. But now how can I forget you so much?
(See if you can ...)