I don't know whether it is the desolation of winter that arouses the concern in my heart, or the deep affection buried in my heart, so that I can't help but worry about your warmth and coldness, in short, I think of you again.
The season is cold, the mind is warm, the water is thousands of mountains, are you safe?
Would love to send a text message and a gentle greeting: Are you okay? But I am afraid that my abruptness will become your trouble.
There is a kind of true love, obviously I miss it very much, but I dare not contact it, nor do I dare to disturb it, and I can only let the thoughts that are suppressed in my heart flood into a disaster, and I will be deeply annihilated in the sea of love, and I can't break free and escape.
Lift the pen, write a love letter to collect the thoughts in your heart, but only neglect to learn shallow, the paper is short and long, and you can't tell the endless love in your heart.
Thinking of you, still.
I don't dare to think, I can't think, I think too much, I'm too sad. I know that we can't meet in this life, and our thoughts are empty. The feelings are deep, the meaning is thick, and the past is difficult to follow the wind.
If you can accompany you for a thousand years and never grow old, a thousand years will only make you smile, how good!
If you can never be separated from you, eternal life only adds fragrance to your red sleeves, how good!
Unfortunately, the you I love have gone, and I can only keep our memories and miss you in my heart.
Tonight, I stepped on the starlight, letting the past wander, and the entangled past spilled into the thoughts that were entangled in my heart.
I really miss you, think so much about you, hold my head high, look up at the stars, and tell the stars the love words hidden in my heart, hoping that the stars can carry my thoughts and fall into your eyes.
Dear someone, if you look up at the stars, remember that in every twinkling star, there is a deep thought I have always missed you.
You are a deep-rooted love, it is my heart into the love of the heart, I will be deeply missed in my heart, word by word condensed on the tip of the pen, written into a soft word on the note.
How to do it, only to neglect to learn shallow, can not write a deep obsession, the paper is short and long, and the book is not endless.
There is a kind of love, seeing or not seeing, which is always in the heart.
There is a kind of love, said or not, is the only love.
For the rest of your life, your heart embraces the thoughts of the city, the end of the world is related, thinking of you, thinking of you, in your heart to accompany you in the wind and the flowers of the flow of years, until the earth and the sky will not change.
Dear someone, thousands of rivers and mountains are separated, can not see you, can not forget you, only to turn this obsessive love into the warmest blessing of life, silently accompany you every morning and twilight.
May you be well, may you be happy, may you have a person around you, know that you are cold and warm, understand your sorrows and joys, share your worries for you, solve problems for you, hello, I am at ease!
Writing in the name of love, writing a love letter to you in your dreams, thinking of you, thinking of you, missing you, is something I have no regrets in my life!
Thinking of you, thinking of you, no chance of marriage, you are also the only lover in my heart.