Intersection, bustling street corner, bustling overpass, Jinjiang River, where are you? But you are everywhere.
You are far away from my city, separated by time and space. The poem you wrote to me will inadvertently travel to every corner of your mind.
San Mao said: "Every time I miss you, a grain of sand will fall in the sky, so there is the Sahara;" Every time I miss you, a tear will fall from the sky, and the Pacific Ocean will be formed. "Such lovesickness, I think only those who have loved deeply will have such a sigh.
I miss you, in a distant hometown. For a moment, I wanted to fly to your city to see you, but I finally held back. Missing you has not stopped, because it has become a part of my body.
It's a bitter yearning. At the same time, there is an unspeakable pain and happiness. There is one person worth missing in this life.
Your information will always be at the top and you don't want to delete it. The address book will always be marked with an asterisk.
There is no reason to love someone, and I don't know.
Although it has been a long time, I still can't help looking at you and thinking about you.
That kind of thinking is already the thinking of "seeing Zhu Si one after another, haggard and remembering Jun". Miss you, silently in my heart, miss you, in the world of mortals.
At this moment, I want to use Cang Yang Jia Cuo's "I can't help but look at you and miss you" to you in the distance and to myself.
The flowers in Ge Sang are in full bloom on the other side.
It looks beautiful. I can see it but I can't reach it.
If you can't reach it, it is just as beautiful.
The snow lotus is in bloom, at the top of the iceberg.
I can't see, but I remember.
It's just as beautiful to think of it.
It looks beautiful, but it is better to think about it.
You are beautiful when you are here, not as beautiful as you are.
It was beautiful when you were away.
Meeting is beautiful, so is parting.
Dreaming that the other person is more expensive:
I sent you a string of invisible footprints.
You gave me two lines of tangible tears.
Rational thinking can make you think beautifully.
Get over it, just know that the flowers really opened:
Forget the shadows you took away.
But I can't forget the glory you brought.
Flowers, open if you want.
Cann't get over it, can you?
You didn't want to drive, but you drove anyway.
Because not driving is more tiring than driving.
Me too: I can't help looking at you.
But I can't help thinking about you.
Thinking of you is more intoxicating than looking at you: where is the faint fragrance?
Heart and lung cannot be rejected.