When I miss someone, my heart hurts. Pain can make people cry. Love also hurts. You're always in your mind. Sometimes even breathing is so uncomfortable. You are determined not to let go, even in your dreams.
The bright moon hangs alone in the sky, just like when I miss you. Miss your night, my heart is as cold as autumn wind. Looking at the scattered stars in the sky, I let tears wet my skirt.
Love you, wordless love fills the heart of missing, thinking that your night soul is sad in loneliness, what can think of your missing, and who can warm the cold at night.
I miss you, I miss your taste, I miss your tenderness, and I only call you silently in my heart on a cold night. You are hitting my heart with a smile, thinking of your night, emptying all the chores in my heart and filling my chest with tender love.
Thinking is a kind of mood, thinking is a kind of dependence. When I miss you, my thoughts sway unscrupulously, my eyes are moist and my heart hurts.
Thinking is a kind of heart-to-heart, a kind of talk. This feeling of thinking is like a breeze caressing my heart, and tears in my eyes bloom silently like flowers. Listen attentively to the feeling of missing, but it can hurt your heart silently.
I love you, thinking about time like a poem, with sweetness, silence and pain. I miss you, my sentimental heart is experiencing the baptism of rain.
I miss you, I cry for you, and people are obsessed with you. For love, I am willing to endure the pain of missing. For love, I always taste loneliness and loneliness. My heart is crazy for you, my heart is obsessed with you and forgets myself. This feeling of no regrets has gracefully left me in the rainy season, in a time that will never fade, just as described in the poem. "
I love you and care about you. I miss your heart and shed tears for you. When I miss you, I really want to know where you are, what you are doing, what you are doing, and whether you are well anytime and anywhere. However, all kinds of concerns make me have to put this impulse back in my heart.