Missing someone was a kind of happy sadness, a kind of sweet melancholy, and a kind of warm pain. Yearning was the long indulgence of yesterday and the yearning for a better future. Missing in the rain, the hazy scenery made it easier to touch the feelings of longing, and also set off the somewhat desolate beauty of longing. Along with the endless longing, there was bound to be a long wait. American poetess Emily Dickson once said,"Waiting for ten thousand years is not long, if there is finally love as compensation!"
Loving you is the fate of looking back thousands of times in my previous life. Perhaps I owe you a cup of water in my previous life. Perhaps I owed you a flower in my previous life; Perhaps I owed you a smile of kindness in my previous life; In the end, it was a love I owed, in the end, it was a hidden marriage. I was unwilling to escape while escaping, I was unwilling to struggle while struggling, I was willing to restrict my freedom for you.
Am I the plum blossom that gently arouses your pity?! Is it my dancing love that makes you long?! Was it the crazy emotion that blew your heart?! Our happiness, our passion, and our unrestrainedness were all in each other's eyes. In spring and summer, true feelings could not hibernate, just like a kind of flame that bloomed passionately in spring and summer. It was like lava flowing and boiling every inch of true feelings that could not be calmed.
The lakeside witnessed the thickness of love, and the words of love fell in front of my eyes one by one. It carried my longing for you and flew to your side. You couldn't refuse the ripples of love, just like I couldn't bear to refuse you. I couldn't forget the pain of standing by the lake. It wasn't love that hurt me, it was lovesickness that eroded me. I can't forget the pain of separation, I can't forget the hug when we met again; He could not forget the embrace under the dim light. The night was calm but turbulent. What would not calm down for a long time was deep love.
He never expected to be able to live a life of wealth and glory, nor did he expect to live a life of adventure and romance. It was a kind of happiness to have someone he could miss. Especially on a day like this, with the humid air after the rain and the slight wind. I just quietly wait for your appearance and return, just to let you know that there is such a woman in a quiet city who wants to have the same complex and the same wish as you. I really want you to hold me and walk on the quiet path. Or quietly listening to a song, and then looking at each other, or savoring the carefree life, watching the wind and snow fall in the world, or gently, gently saying to you: "I really miss you!" It was enough.
It was the falling misty rain that messed up my eyes. I love you, I can't bear to leave you, I don't want you to worry and be in danger. I'm used to seeing your warm smile, listening to your voice muttering love, getting used to snuggling up to you and causing trouble. Your tolerance, your pain, your love, those few words of yours pulled me down deeply. I fell into the bottom of love, with you by my side. I truly know that your figure has become a kind of atmosphere and is engraved in my heart. In my memories of you, a name, a figure, and a voice will suddenly appear at any time and place. It will make my heart ache and mixed with happiness.
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