I am looking for love at night
Missing the beautiful woman gradually disappears?
You dance in the breeze and look back and smile?
The smile of your loving partner
I miss you, but I can’t tell you
——Emily Dickinson
I miss you
But I can’t tell you
Just like the tree full of pear blossoms
It will never bear apples
I miss you
But I can’t tell you
Just like the rainbow hanging high in the sky
No one can ever touch it
I miss you
But I can’t tell you
Just like the train track
No ship will ever pass by
I miss you
p>But I can’t tell you
Just like the top of the Himalayas
There will never be thousands of lights
I miss you
p>But I really can’t tell you
I’m just afraid that if I tell you, it will also be a kind of torture for you
Simon· Beauvoir wrote "A Transoceanic Love Letter" to the young American writer Eglin in 1950: I long to see you, but please remember that I will not ask to see you. This is not because of pride, you know I have nothing to be proud of in front of you, but because our meeting only makes sense if you also want to see me.