If you can't make me stop thinking about you because of the noise and troubles during the day, the night is so lovely and independent, because I can finally do whatever they want for you. Miss you, there will be a lot of time allocation, insomnia and dreams, all the plots and details begin to appear in my mind, your smiling face gradually becomes clear and kind, your smiling face is in your mouth, and your eyes are shining brightly at night and begin to occupy my imagination space.
I don't know what you're thinking now, but I've always been curious about what you have. I want to spend my life with you like a greedy child. Sometimes, a person may be a passer-by Who can easily say that being together for so long is a romantic dream? I know, right? Soft language? Memory turns gray slowly, but can you hold it in your hand? I held out my hand, but I was still pale and powerless.
What can be captured in the face of the pale and powerless reality? I can't find the answer and I don't know how to grasp something.
Think about the love and tenderness you want to give you.
Whether our love is a mistake or not, I have been thinking about it, but I can't think of any clues. I love you, my love is too soft and selfish, is my love too delicate? Just want to indulge, just want to go back, just desperate love, but never thought it would hurt you.
Love you, do not want to hurt.
What am I expecting? Late at night, I think your face is full of tears, or painful tears. I don't know how to sip your tears. Your tears are salty, ecstatic, stained with sadness, the pain of my life, your tears. In their eyes, I can't look straight and fear. I'm afraid I'll never forget it in my life. It's deeply imprinted in my mind when you incited and tortured me in the middle of the night.
Where is my dream? Embrace your dreams sweetly, keep your gentle rest, and stop your dreams of a better today. How can I face you, love you, and desperate love? Are we playing with fire? The idioms we say jump into my mind, and the derogatory meanings such as "cocoon", "playing with fire" and "like-minded" will be transformed into new praises and memories.
You, a heart intoxicated with all the details;
Miss you, all cases are engraved in memory;
Miss you, lonely and unbearable changes are amiable, and leisure time becomes fragile.
I miss you, I miss your lips and smile, I hope your sad eyes, I hope you are happy and sweet, and I hope you don't send me text messages when you sleep in the middle of the night. I miss you calling me suddenly, hoping to hear my voice. When you are alone, you miss you. In order to suppress your thoughts, you ignore me and miss you all the time. ......
I don't know the memories and history filled with sadness for many years, instead of forgetting how we faced it when you walked into a new venue and filled the lost space.
They look full of vicissitudes and sad memories. Why?