I stood under the buttonwood for a long time, as if it were a season, a century.
I want the wind to tell you that I miss you, I really miss you. Watching the buttonwood tree put down its once flesh-and-blood leaves smartly and let them fly in the wind for the last time, I was very helpless, very helpless.
I once wanted to let you go and forget you, knowing that giving up is also a kind of beauty. Some people, some things, just let go, but I can't, I can't.
How many times have I said to myself, don't take you to heart, don't miss you any more, care about you, but you are like a buttonwood tree, deeply rooted in the softest place in my heart, and will shake as long as there is a slight wind blowing.
Every time we get together, the trees are full of green thoughts. Sitting face to face, whispering, listening carefully, hand in hand, heart to heart, but not missing half a point, until I said goodbye, I remembered that there were still many things I couldn't say.
Every parting is the beginning of missing, or watching my back disappear, or turning away, my mind is full of thoughts, and tears fall on my cheeks.
Your voice came from behind: I miss you, I miss you very much! I believe you are telling the truth. I want the wind to tell you that I miss you too! When I miss you, my heart aches, accompanied by sweet happiness.
There is an endless road, next to the buttonwood I planted for you; There is a river that can never be crossed, which is the barrier set for me by years.
I must have made a mistake in my last life. God wants to put me on this side of the river. Without the bridge, I can never come to your side. I miss you only across the ocean, like the wind.
It is windy and cold. At the moment, where are you? Running in the cold wind Or are you alone at the window thinking? You know, under the buttonwood, I was thinking about you.
When I miss you, I will think of your name and imagine you coming and going in a hurry. Your warmth and coldness, your joys and sorrows all affect my heart.
The wind blew off pieces of yellow leaves, and each piece said: I miss you! Don't walk too fast, don't walk too fast. Stop and listen to me, listen to me, listen to me, okay? Don't go too far, so that my eyes can lock on you and watch you, okay? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I want to put you down. I thought you were too tired and bitter. Just put you down easily.
But can I put you down? May I? In this wind, let my thoughts spread, I have understood that it is you who can't let go! I want to know where you are now. I wonder if you are thinking about me at the moment? I just want the wind to tell you that I miss you! I really miss you. ......