Actually, I just want to chat with you.

Actually, I just want to chat with you. I know you meet many different people and play different roles every day. I know you are very tired every day, trying to cope with others and life. I know you don't want much, but you just want to find someone who understands you, talk to him and make yourself happy and relaxed. I know all this, you don't have to tell me anymore.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? For a person who really knows you, your every move and smile will be in his eyes and in his heart. He knows you're not easy. He just wants to be happy every day. He doesn't want to talk about right and wrong, and he doesn't want to usurp power. In fact, what you want is very simple, that is, real happiness, that kind of happiness from the heart. Do you remember what I said? Let your mouth smile, don't let your sadness go against the current.

I know, I know, you are a kind and gentle person, just living in this world, it is inevitable to get some dust. I know, I know all about it. You are not a selfish person who doesn't know how to take care of others' feelings, but in the emotional world, it is inevitable to hurt others and yourself. I know, I know, you really have no choice. You really can't help making that choice, but you forgot to tell me. What can I do to forget the lies you told me and only remember your kindness to me?

I'm fine. I just want to chat with you. I want to talk to you about sunflowers. I want to talk to you about the trivial things in my life that I used to think, because those trivial things later became our full memories. I'm fine, but I think about it occasionally. I think of a person who once gave my family a feeling and wanted to entrust it to me for life.

I'm fine, but I always feel particularly sad for a while every day. I really want to see you. Think of that year, when you came to me like a duck to water, and we exchanged smiles and got the message. Yes! How nice! Those carefree days. Time is gone forever, only years have stolen it and left some clues. Think about it carefully and slowly taste the taste of those old wines.

I'm fine, but sometimes I often think of things related to you. Long hair, oval face, I wonder if I have acne on my face. I like Dilraba, and I like playing Wang Zhaojun. I bought Yao's skin and said it looked good. It's fun to eat chicken with friends. I also have my own fascination with Taiyi pigeon. You seem to have everything a girl should have, and you seem to have everything a girl doesn't have.

I want to tell you, I want to tell you that time has pushed me into the abyss intentionally or unintentionally, making me gradually forget your face, your voice and everything about you, and forget that you once really existed in my world. I want to turn around, I want to escape, but I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I can find you, I don't know where there are people like you in this world, so real to me and so worth cherishing.

I don't know, I don't know if my writing will always be inspired, so that I can express you in my eyes, without reservation and unique. What I can't say, what I didn't say and what I want to say are all because you once existed deeply in my mind, my heart and my singing. Since then, my words have become smart and warm. Because of my feelings for you! Because of the glass of wine I miss in this world, I am heartbroken and moved by it!

I really want to talk to you. Some words can only be heard by you, some words can only be understood by you, and some words can only be you, you and you forever. I never skimp on my tears. I finally began to understand what Stephen Chow said. I can't forget the person I really liked. It turns out that what I missed was not a person, but my life! It turns out that the biggest burden, the biggest knot and the biggest secret in my heart have always been you! You said you would always be my listener, but, tree hole! Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? How painful is it when reason forces the brain to overcome the emotional heart? When the loneliness at night makes you breathless, when you are half asleep and half awake, when you wake up and lose your mind, do you have to listen to a song to force your tears out?

I miss you. I want to chat with you. I want to tell you what I like and don't like. I want to tell you what kind of existence you are to me. I don't like this world! I don't like the world forcing me to forget you. I just want to talk to you quietly.