I miss my lost sister.

Your beautiful smile often appears in front of my eyes, and your words of concern often ring in my ears! Dear sister, you haven't gone far. You will in my heart forever.

In my dream, it is also a dream to become a butterfly dancing in the years, as if she is weaving a beautiful and touching legend. A moon in the water turned all my thoughts about my sister into running water.

Sister, I know you don't want to see me like this. But to dry my tears and regain my confidence, so that you can see that I am as positive as I am in heaven. Have a nice trip, too.

I think time can heal my mental wounds and dilute my thoughts. But the more I want to forget, the clearer I remember. So now I think of my late sister.