From our heart we never get close to each other. Watching the empty room, a person bored drinking wine. Don't be reluctant, and don't expect love to say it out loud. I don't think you are the kind of person who lies. Our feelings suddenly found that the elusive suddenly far and near, cold and hot, how eager for your company at night, just like the twinkling eyes of the flying stars, clear, bright and quiet. In the secret garden, missing turns into a breeze and caresses you, secretly loving you. Follow you through the end of the garden, where there is a small house for a rest, a bunch of colorful dawn light sitting quietly on the bench beside you, nestling in your hair. Even if you close your eyes, you can still see the bright, warm and twinkling warm moment. Fall empty nest of young people, think you think, ah, in the quilt cover lonely nostalgia, whether to make a phone call, perhaps send a message, midnight endless ecstasy and wandering, decadent cold blowing strong flavor of missing. I really don't want to forget you, even a second is too far away. Say a strong voice in front of the mirror, no matter what decision you make, there is nothing wrong with choking. Missing is a distance without bottom line. You are a beautiful bird flying away. I can't do anything to indulge my greedy wings. There are no angels in the world, and the loneliness in the middle of the night is filled with eternal sadness. I want to learn from the sentimental poet to put a dress of wings on myself and fly in the clouds. Fanghua suddenly sprouts in fireworks February. The beautiful spring rain falls in the wind and dust, splashing with water. What's the matter with you? I can't see that I leave with regret. Even if I say a word of love, I won't feel that the season of writing misty and misty flowers is empty. I don't believe that the prophet says that love will come to an end. Leaning on the building, listening to the wind and rain, I miss passing through the melancholy rain curtain. The clear pool is still clear and melodious. I am in a trance, looking forward to your looking back.
