Missing always appears when you are lonely. There is no need to sketch, just a few simple outlines of thoughts. In my mind is a lively picture. You are like a flower, I am like a wave, waves like strings, flowers like songs, but all this beautiful thing is just a tear falling, what wind brings the shadow of flowers, the faint fragrance floats, what stars like lights, embrace each other and stick to each other, it is just a sad legend for longing.
The sadness of separation, the crying embrace, can no longer hold the warmth of the palm, and never knows that longing for a person will make people lose their souls. Thick thoughts, deep thoughts, I really want to hold the wind and come to your night, let your breathing sounds pick me up into your dreams, and let my thoughts become the little scenery in your dreams. Maybe this is just a curtain of dreams, but I just like to have such dreams.
I know loneliness and loneliness are not born with nature, but start from the moment I fall in love with you. Missing me entangled in countless nights, turning into strings of crystal tears, leaving white on my cheeks for a long time. I cannot rely on you in this life. If there is a next life, if you are the long summer wind lotus, I will definitely be the delicate waves under your feet, lift you up with the coolness of love, and make you a green lotus with rippling waves.
