I miss you, someone, miss you, miss you, never bother you again
The lover who once said that he would be with him for the rest of his life, but because the love was too short, there was no reason to stay together, and he could only miss it in his heart.
Miss you, someone, I wonder if my thoughts can cross thousands of rivers and mountains, reach the other shore where you are, know that I am thinking of you?
I'm thinking about you, but I won't tell you. Whether you can feel it or not, you are my love poem; the clear words of thousands of thoughts; the tenderness that I can never give up, and the thoughts that I have turned a thousand times.
Thinking of you during the day, thinking of you at night, thinking of you in sleep, because I have a you hidden in my heart, so you have become a reason why I don't love others.
First, meet you, fall in love with you, a lifetime of infatuation only for you, no matter where you are, you are in my love.
An inch of acacia is an inch of thought, and thousands of acacia hearts are difficult to reconcile.
The deep love is shallow into regret, and I don't know how long I miss each other.
I sent Acacia to Mingyue, but Mingyue couldn't hear it.
Affectionate, acacia, distant you, do you know I'm calling you? Do you know I'm missing you?
Although the lovesickness is bitter, I am willing, because you are the most beautiful person I have met in this life, and the lover I want to love the most.
Love you can't be together, think of you involuntarily.
When we see others holding hands, we think of our encounters; when we see others standing shoulder to shoulder, our hearts are sour and our tears flow. Because, in this life and in this life, I can no longer touch your tenderness, not because I am clumsy and short, but because you have gone to the distant heavens.
Meet you, fall in love with you, a lifetime of infatuation only for you, no matter where you are, you are in my love, in my thoughts...
Second, keep a memory, read a piece of the past, and silently think of you in your heart.
Leaning alone in the lone window, looking at the far side where you are, thinking about you and who are you with at this moment? Say what? What to do? Or, like me, thinking of each other.
Thinking of you, you are the true love that I can't let go, the thoughts I am used to, thousands of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all of which are you.
A love, separated by fate, a love, in the heart blossomed into a love flower that never withered, the fragrance of flowers overflowed, people can not forget, thousands of rivers and mountains, separated by my thoughts about you.
Love you, think of you, think of you, but will not bother you again, will not contact you again.
It's not that I don't have your phone number, but no matter how much contact, you won't change your mind, you can only be bored with yourself.
So no matter how much I think of you, I won't tell you, let alone contact you.
For the rest of your life, keep a memory, read a piece of the past, and silently think of you in your heart.
Third, keep a true feeling, to the earth and the heavens; to read a person who will never return, to the twilight of life.
Loving you for the rest of your life is a promise I made, and no matter what the ending is, it will not change.
Thinking of you for the rest of my life is an attachment that I can't let go. Although it is a little sad, I never regret it. Because we have truly loved, warmed, although missed, although there is no result, it is not your fault, nor is it my fault, but the result of Heaven not arranging for us to be together. Only gave you a ride with me, I love your lifelong obsession.
There is no chance to see each other again in this life, and you are also the hope of my stomach in this life.
If I have no chance to see each other again in this life, I will also keep a true feeling, go to the earth and the heavens; read a you who will never return again, to the twilight of life.
Miss you, someone, miss you, miss you, never bother you again!