miss
You and I live far away
There are far and near.
The heart has no distance.
No matter how high the moon is.
Not higher than the sky.
No matter how far you go.
I can't get rid of my thoughts.
I grind my ideas into coffee.
It tastes bitter.
But it is also fragrant.
I turned my thoughts into catkins.
Let her fly.
Let the wind bring her to you.
I pin my thoughts on the bright moon.
You look up at the sky
I'll snuggle up to you
I hid my thoughts in a cigarette.
Rising smoke
It is a continuous flow of my thoughts.
I put my thoughts in the clock.
Her ticking is my real feeling.
I measure loneliness with time.
I turned my thoughts into a touch of green on the branch.
Take away my sincere greetings with the sunshine of spring.
The moment you expect me to bloom for you.
I turn my thoughts into spring rain.
Land carefully and intensively.
Slowly flow into your thirsty heart
I turn my thoughts into wine.
I didn't drink much, but I was drunk.
Want to give up, but it's hard to give up.
Missing is a kind of enjoyment
Hope to adopt