I want to say something that means I miss someone very much, but I can't talk to her, but it's hard to hold it in my heart. Just a few words, or a few poems.

San Mao said, many nights, many times in the middle of the night, I hid in the dark, thinking about Jose, I was crazy about my family, and slowly ate my body like a bug until I became empty. The night is so long and dark, and the rain outside the window is a tear in my heart that will never end.