The sunlight shone gently on the window lattice like a golden ribbon.
In this warm and mottled light and shadow, sitting alone, holding a cup of cool tea in your hand, your thoughts drift away with the ups and downs of tea.
Outside the window, the shadows of the trees are whispering in the breeze, as if telling a piece of the old past.
Close your eyes and let your mind follow those swaying shadows back to the days that filled you, the good times you once had.
Sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and on the ground, forming patches of light, like the mark of time, reminding me of those moments I spent with you.
At that time, we walked together on the tree-lined path, and the sun shined through the treetops and sprinkled on your face, reflecting your gentle smile.
Your eyes are like stars in a deep pool, shining with endless tenderness. Your words are soft, like an unfinished psalm, lingering in my ears for a long time.
Memory, like a yellowed scroll, slowly unfolded in my heart. Those sweet pictures, like yesterday's events, are clearly visible.
We used to sit side by side on a park bench, surrounded by the scent of fresh green leaves and flowers.
You gently held my hand, and the temperature of your palm came from your fingertips, and at that moment, I knew that you had quietly entered my heart.
"You are a light in my life." You said that with affection in your voice.
I smiled and didn't say anything, but my heart fluctuated.
Your appearance is indeed like the sun that illuminates my gloomy world and makes me feel the beauty of life.
Now, you are no longer with me, leaving only these deep memories for me to savor alone.
I miss you, this longing is deep in the bone marrow, indescribable. It is like a vine, wrapping around my heart, making me feel your presence in every silent night.
Your shadow, like the shadow of a tree, is deeply imprinted in my heart, and no matter how the years pass, it cannot be erased.
In this early summer season, the sun is still shining, the shadows of the trees are still waving, but you are not by my side.
I can only put this thought in words, hoping that they can fly over thousands of mountains and rivers to reach your other side.
I miss you, this emotion is so sincere, so intense, it turns into lines of poetry, flowing on the paper, becoming my thoughts of you.
I wake up every morning, looking forward to meeting you again, looking forward to enjoying the early summer sunshine with you again, and listening to the whispers of the shadows of the trees.
Every leaf under the sun is my thoughts of you, and they sway in the wind, conveying my endless affection for you.
I want to tell you that you are always in my heart and have never left.
Even as the years go by and the world changes, my thoughts about you will never wane. You have long been in my heart.
On this quiet afternoon, I poured this emotion into my pen and turned it into the most beautiful poem.
May you feel my thoughts as much as I can feel your warmth.
Missing, like the sunshine of early summer, is silent, but warm and long-lasting. It travels through time and space and connects you and me with an emotional bond.
I believe that one day, we will meet again and relive the beauty of the past in the shade of that familiar tree.
At that time, I will use all my tenderness to hug you and let our story continue. And now, I can only silently call you in my heart, looking forward to that day.