Is there a moment when you feel lonely walking alone?
Is there a moment when you see a warm picture and you can think of your former lover?
Remembering a period of time, thinking of a lover, the more you want to forget, the more you will think, the more you think that we can be together for a lifetime, you are, I am also.
Think more, as depicted in the lyrics, accompany you to slowly grow old, on the way to old age, see you as a treasure in the palm of your hand, no matter how much wind and rain there is in the world, I want to be your dependence.
Think more, take your hand, spend the spring and autumn years together; think more, shoulder to shoulder with you, walk in the mountains and rivers, however, the wish is very beautiful, the reality is very sad, accompany a journey, you will turn away in my world.
The love of this life is shallow, the fate of the gathering can not help us, a parting of the year, the most loved person, has become never seen again, the world is so big, so big that they never meet again, day after day, year after year, repeating the same miss, perhaps the heart still loves you, so I can't let go of that concern.
Thinking of you, thinking of you night and night, looking forward to you day by day, after all, I can't wait for your return date, thinking of you, thinking of you, has become an ordinary thing in my life like three meals a day, and it has become an important thing in my time like breathing.
In the midst of the sad wind and the falling leaves, I am thinking of you; in the lonely corner of the quiet night, I am thinking of you; under the shadow of the moon, I am thinking of you, when the sun falls, I am thinking of you....
A song, a flower, a low eyebrow, a look up, will arouse the love and worry in the heart.
There is a mood that can't help but think of you, deep lovesickness, has long been a bone disease, I know that if you want to cure this stubborn disease, you can only wait until your return date.
Waiting for the return date, looking forward to the return date, dear meizhi, can you allow me a return date, even if this life is not renewed in the next life, I am willing to wait for you.
Love can not be completed, let the love to fill the regret of love. Day after day, year after year, a thought has been lingering in the heart, although the acacia is very bitter, partial willingly, the acacia wine brewed by myself, no matter how bitter, I will not complain.
Time will not forget the deepest attachment, distance will not be alienated from the warmest miss, silently cherishing everything about you, across thousands of rivers and mountains, read you a thousand times.
When you think of not being able to help yourself, write a pen and gently write your lovesickness.
A lovesickness, woven into a melancholy on a note, woven into a helplessness on a note, but will never tell you again.
May there be a man in November who knows that you are not easy and understands your sorrows and joys. Give you warm companionship when you need it.
May November, we all be well.