Write a letter or a short message to a girl and talk about her confession.

It is not the spring breeze that blows away this yearning, but a cold spring ... From today on, I will hold you and never let you have any thoughts and resentment; Starting today, I want to keep you, and I can't let you be wronged any more.

Waiting for you, come to me. I like this sentence very much in my heart. Although there will be a lot of sadness, fatigue, helplessness and bitterness in the waiting process, at least there is expectation, concern and hope. I am waiting for you, waiting for you to come to me. From sunrise to sunset, from dusk to dawn, from one season to another, every minute, every day, every month, I am waiting for you, waiting for you, slowly discovering me, waiting for you, slowly approaching me.

Buddha said, I looked back 500 times in my last life, just for a shoulder pass in this life. And we, from acquaintance to love, can see how many past lives we have gone through, so I'm sure you are the one I'm looking for in this life. So, never again, let you leave sadly!

Legend has it that women are one track-minded men, so women are born to comfort men's pain. Am I your rib, too? From then on, happiness is your happiness and pain is your pain. For a lifetime, your tired heart will never feel lonely again after vicissitudes.

The world is too big, and I still meet you; The vast sea of people still loves you. Your love and mine work miracles in this small probability. I have no reason not to cherish it!

When you are here, you are everything; When you are away, everything is yours. There are a few words in my heart, and sporadic memories are all about you. I think, holding your hand, I will no longer be afraid of the storm of life; I think, hiding in your arms, I can cry unscrupulously from now on; I think, as long as you love me and I love you, we will be the only one in each other's hearts.

The dead leaves in autumn have experienced seasonal storms and drifted away with the memories of the years, and they still can't go back to those days when they cried their eyes red. Too much loneliness after the end of prosperity, I don't want you to be my miss, an unproductive result.

If there is an afterlife, I still want to meet you, watch you quietly in a place not far from you, walk on the stage of life, and express my poetic feelings with every gesture. I, on the other hand, stood there, watching the full moon and the lack of it, enjoying the flowers blooming and falling, leaving my heart broken without a trace and still having nothing to do with myself. But in my heart, I tell you ten thousand times: a true love is like a life and death; If I lose this life, then I am not prepared to have an afterlife!

Because I love you too much, I don't want to wronged you. I am willing to give you enough choices. If you meet someone more suitable than me, please give me up. I would rather cry helplessly today than be your tragedy tomorrow. I'm afraid you'll spend all your youth and find yourself in love with someone you shouldn't have; Afraid that I can't bring you happiness, inadvertently become your burden.

I know, maybe you have been hurt by love, and I wonder if you will believe in fate again for me. Pain is the silent struggle of the mind after the precipitation of the past; After the struggle, I hope you can leave a good mood for our future and face the unknown scenery. Because I love you, I can accept your past frankly. And my vision for the future, like clouds floating in the twilight, is the beauty of your meeting with me.

I'm so tired. . . . I hope you can adopt it. . . Very tired