Entertain two people to turn a song between two jokes.

"I like you." Three words floated from your lips, flying to my ears like the most beautiful notes in the world, but hitting my heart hard ... You looked up, smiled, looked at my hurried, overwhelmed face, and then smiled gently, as if knowing that I wouldn't refuse ... Yes, I couldn't refuse. At this moment, all the negative keys in my mind are messed up ... and some people say to confess first.

In the Woods of the school park in the morning, you laughed, shouted and ran like a wild girl. I sat in the tree and watched you quietly, quietly, quietly … and then I went crazy with you. On the crowded street, we were carrying a big bag enough to cover our bodies, jumping while walking, and the strange eyes of passers-by were directly washed away by my inner happiness. At dusk, the setting sun caresses the white sky, and you ask me if I love you. I pretended to think, and then you grabbed my ear and asked me to say I love you loudly in the sunset. In fact, I want to say to the sunset, but also to all the people I know and don't know all over the world.

Every time I hold your hand, I always make a decision again and again in my heart, to love you, to love you all the time, and to love you so much. I love you more with every breath. Every time I blink, I miss you a little more. Until I closed my eyes and didn't breathe. Every time I hold you in my arms, I will think over and over again in my mind, protect you, protect you, care about you, forever, forever. ...

Emotional enemies can't compete with the surging secular bombardment. You fought back. You left that innocent tear, but you finally lost to this indifferent world. The only thing you can do is to keep me waiting. So, I waited, waiting for the autumn leaves to fall, waiting for the sky to turn white, waiting for the rustling world to be covered with dust. I can't wait for the moment when your face is in my arms.

Tonight, I buried a poem of missing for you, with my deep sadness between the lines. Tonight, I sigh the cruel time for you, and the vicissitudes of life have written down my bitter suffering. However, the figure of missing is disillusioned, and the time of sighing is short and long. ...

Finally, I walked out of the emotional noise and said softly in my heart: I love you, the one she and her half left in memory!