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There is a kind of warmth, it is someone who thinks of you

author:Tao Lee is not Yan

Late at night, I suddenly remembered

That year, young me and you

How many days have passed

We are all involved in a sea of people

Can we meet again

Occasionally, we would hum a few heart-wrenching love songs, singing and singing, tears streaming down our faces.

What I miss is nothing to say, what I miss dreaming together, what I miss is the urge to love you after an argument.

That year, Sun Yanzi's song "What I Miss Is Nothing to Say" sang the hearts of many people. If someone misses you, if you still have someone who misses, in fact, that is the greatest warmth of life.

In the dead of night, lonely people have heard several similar songs, and they sing the voices of many people. About missing, about warmth, about those once upon a time.

The person you're thinking about, the person who's missed by others, are you all okay?

Even if the night is deep and the cold night is difficult, if someone thinks of you, the heart must be like a fire, which will warm the whole winter.

There is a kind of warmth, it is someone who thinks of you

Missing is poetry, beautiful to the extreme

How to express the feelings of a person, he is so far away, can not touch, can not see, but in the heart of the mind hanging, like a part of the body.

Thinking of you, is a poem.

Not seeing last year's people, tears wet spring shirt sleeves.

This was Ouyang Xiu's longing.

Thinking about the jun every day, he did not see the jun, and drank the water of the Yangtze River together.

This is Li Zhiyi's miss.

Sometimes when the ends of the earth are poor, there is only the endless place of acacia.

This is Yan Shu's miss.

Missing is indefinite, and the years are painful. The Chinese language is broad and profound, but the word 'miss' is the most heart-wrenching.

Thinking of a person, not under their own control, the other party will naturally jump into the mind, and it is not time and season, it comes very suddenly, but it refuses to go, and I am reluctant to go to the other party.

It is said that the most beautiful thing is the best year, the best and the most beautiful you; and the most regrettable thing is to meet the right person at the wrong time.

Missing has nothing to do with whether you get it or not, it has nothing to do with the wind and moon, it is only related to you, only related to you.

There is a kind of warmth, it is someone who thinks of you

Missing is fire, hot and piping hot

Have you ever tried to think of a person at night who can't sleep, his mind and heart are his appearance, even if it is the air you exhale, with his name.

Missing is the fire, the raging fire, burning yourself to the point where you can't breathe, and finally you can stop.

Those hot and boiling hot, those tossing and turning, those pains and pleasures, burning in the thoughts, and released in the pain.

Hate only hates that you can't give birth to wings, fly to your side, hold you tightly in your arms, never want to let go, want to rub you into your own body, never separate each other again. Wherever you go, I can take you, feel your breath, feel your temperature, feel your heartbeat.

Miss this fire will burn from dark until dawn, and when the world is lively, you will wave away.

When the night comes, you come as expected.

If you are not born again in your thoughts, you will perish in your thoughts.

Do you know that I miss you that way?

There is a kind of warmth, it is someone who thinks of you

There is a kind of warmth, it is someone who thinks of you.

No matter where you were born, no matter what you experienced, no matter who you were with, even if the whole world gave up on you, there is a person who thinks of you and thinks of you all the time in his heart, and no matter how cold the heavens and the earth are, the heart is still warm.

There is a kind of longing, a person's salvation.

When you enter the heart, I am in the devil. Only endless thoughts, a thousand times, are my salvation.

I am in the abyss, so dark and so dark, only thinking of you is the lamp in my heart, illuminating my way out of the abyss.

There is a kind of redemption, which is your name.

Your name is the clear word I will never forget. Between opening and closing, one thought of heaven, one thought of hell, you are my salvation, the only thing that my heart is thinking about.

There is a kind of warmth, it is someone who thinks of you