I miss you more than I thought.

Time is like a comb, combing the mottled yesterday, the noise of the city and the loneliness at night. The wind plucks up the strings of missing, writes lyrics on the strings, and plays the same feeling for you every time, with a little pain and a little joy. I just never told you that you have become a secret in my heart and a dream that I care about with my heart. Maybe when you turn around, beauty will turn into pieces, and I have no hope to spread this yearning.

Endless thoughts, such as old wine in the cellar, slowly pour into your heart, and then slowly overflow, drunk into a crescent moon in the night sky. Endless yearning, like a sad song, is ethereal and clear, which is the attachment in the heart and the yearning in the distance. Endless thoughts, like flying snowflakes, are elegant and romantic in the air. Endless yearning, attentive listening, boundless attachment, deep and shallow, a thin piece of pipa, a light curtain dream.

Spring water, Ding Dong, rippled. Deer, hiss, half a cloud is singing. The water is becoming more and more pure because it keeps flowing. A simple piano sound, which I still miss, is lingering with running water and rolling mountains. Boya lost his string, and I listened to the wonderful voice of the world. Fortunately, we met, but fortunately, many things happen.

If meeting is fate, it always comes and goes in a hurry. Fate comes and goes like duckweed on the sea. When we meet briefly, we will face all kinds of things. Feelings may be the most fragile, and it hurts when touched. How much unforgettable love is floating in the wind in the world of mortals, and how much acacia is scattered in the rain? Lonely midnight, I miss the seventh chord, and that wonderful voice is sad.

I like to play a song in a loop until I get tired of listening to it. I like to be paranoid about someone until I hate it. When I miss someone, I will think over and over in my mind. Where are you at this moment? What are you doing? Can you also feel this yearning?

The wind after the rain, refreshing and melancholy, can blow away the dirt of the earth, but it can't blow away its lonely mood. The wind is bluer and lonelier than the coastline, and the rain is wetter and lonelier than the clouds; You are more distant and deserted than I thought, and I think of you more often than I thought? .

Endless thoughts turn into tenderness. Write down your tender and sweet thoughts about him on rice paper. What a wonderful mood. When a sadness is replaced by warmth, your thoughts become extremely satisfying. As long as you think about one person, you can feel eternal commitment.

If missing has thickness, then it must be higher than the sky and thicker than the earth. If missing is deep, it is longer than this night and deeper than the sea. Missing is like a waterfall, pouring down from your side. The pool of time is getting deeper and deeper, and my heart is in your shadow. I miss you infinitely and gallop in the country of affection. I just want to spend my life with you!

When I miss you, I just want to hear your voice. I just miss and care about you faintly, and sometimes I send you messages, just caring about you. Sometimes it's just a moment's thought, but often in a very short time, we will meet or receive your information.

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know what year heaven is. I want to go with the wind, but I'm afraid that you, alone, alone, alone, will bring me a shadow and let the three of us. Ask about wine again today. What about people who read text messages? Wine in my throat, miss life, can't sleep, miss you!