Dear, I miss you. Where are you

Inscription, the New Year’s Day always makes people full of expectation and yearning. Looking forward to the return of the beloved woman, looking forward to the happy journey with the beloved woman, but when the new year day is really getting closer and closer to me, my heart is full of melancholy and loss, yes, dear, where are you? I miss you. Another person is still sad for the new year. I had set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on ditches. Those who know me mean I am worried, but they don’t know what I mean. When you love someone, you will feel very happy, but when you love someone, you will feel so sad. In the cold season, a person sat quietly in the room. At the moment, the room was so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat. Unconsciously, he thought of you again in his heart. When he thought of you, he would shed sad tears, the whole room was filled with our former happiness. There was a cold bed in the room with many stories of our romantic and cozy. There is also a promise you made to me here, but now you have given up me and you have broken the promise you made to me at the beginning. Now I have to wait for your return, waiting for you to return to my arms, whenever I see others happy. I often think about where you are. In order to miss you, my tears have dried up for you. Dear, where are you. I miss you, come back! Dear, I miss you, where are you? In the days without you, I was alone and suffering alone. Even the dream I had was your figure. Suddenly I found myself like a lover, I am sleepy for love every day. Never really experience what it is like to miss someone until you turn around and leave and walk towards dawn. Looking at your fading away and fading back, my heart is like being led by an invisible line, torn from time to time, and like hanging in the wind in the air, swaying with the wind, cannot be static. It turns out that missing is a string involved, crooning and whirling, with a lot of missing. As a result, I found myself thinking about the promise you made to me all the time, whether it was the wind, the clouds, the stars and the moon, the morning, the sunset, or the drunken eyes. Dreaming of You coming back to me. When you are not around, my heart will feel faint pain when I think of you. Whenever tears are in my eyes, I learn to raise my head and stare at the sky that once belonged to us quietly; the sky is still so vast and the clouds are still so natural and unrestrained. I am learning to be strong slowly, because I know that your departure has not taken away my world, although I can’t get used to the night without you, the tenderness you left is enough for me to recall the dawn. When you are away, I often wander in the bustling, lonely and deserted markets. I will pass by many people in the vast sea. I don’t expect to become friends or bosom friends with these strangers, I only hope that I can find the warmth you left yesterday in the crowd, so I have never given up any chance to rub with you. Sometimes it makes you lose blood. I don’t want to say how much I pay or how great I am. I just want you to know that there is a person in this world who will always love you and care about you. No matter when or where you are, you should know that someone who loves you deeply has been waiting for you and thinking about you all the time? Dear, where are you, do you know? Love is a rib in everyone’s heart. Now I want to say goodbye to loneliness and pain, but I can’t think of any way to comfort myself except missing you. It was thought that the happiness and sweetness of love could only appear in the dream, and all these changed between the unrefined meaning. We used to walk on the road with Huacheng. I don’t regret meeting you and hugging each other, but I am very painful today’s ending, feeling the helplessness of leaving each other today. All this seems to come too early. When my mind is uncertain, let me face the sudden wind and rain without giving me any chance to breathe. At this moment, I am alone and I am moving forward in the wind and rain, turning to look at the road you came, how many times have I silently sketched the beauty of life in my heart and imagined the happiness of each other in our peaceful days. You gently came to my arms. We hugged each other and sat down, claiming your experience along the way. Now, I can’t find your figure, as if I still have your lingering warmth in my hand. Do you know my sadness? Do you know if I miss you. Gradually getting used to searching for love at that time between missing and indulging, like a single act of sweeping flowers. If we can’t be together, the real love story will be over. As time goes by, any beautiful past will turn into a cloud, but I am willing to lag the origin. Because that was the scene when I first met you. Without you, time flies very slowly, but the Earth is still spinning. Looking at the sun rising and the moon falling, listening to the wind and rain, I will always miss you unintentionally. I wonder what you are doing at that moment, whether you need me here or a safe harbor for you, will have a warm chest to let you rely on. The wind blows the scattered clouds away, roll up the thoughts in my heart, roll up the sorrow in my heart. Clouds turn into rain and fall into love in my heart. When I look at myself in the mirror, I will send a knowing smile and tell myself that as long as you are happy, I will smile happily. Hey, you don’t know if you have written so much about you. When a person is distressed, he only needs to vent with a piece of paper. At this moment, the tip of the pen in his hand seems to touch the wet soul in his heart, even the pen was laughing at my cowardice, so the pen stopped with my heart for a long time. If you insist on making it clear, then it’s just winter that is my sad season, mainly I miss you, dear, where are you?

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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