Miss as long as the tide can not go away, if there are things that can be forgotten to solve my lovesickness, how good it would be! No matter the time goes by in a hurry, I still miss it from the bottom of my heart.
This yearning is really harmful to people, mixed with a long time can not calm the heart suffering in yearning. Can I have a cup of hydrolysis of forgetfulness? I miss it in every way.
Missing disturbs the peace of the past in the bottom of my heart. Wander in every room in the middle of the night, as if without the skin of a soul. That emptiness and loneliness spread in the bottom of my heart. Submerged in the flood of missing, so slowly sink. This is torture, you can't escape, you can't hide, the more you want to forget, the more clearly you remember it. Can not drive away can only let it wantonly in the mind interpretation of a variety of plots.
Every word and every line is repeated in front of your eyes, lingering and allowing it to devour everything about you! Even breathing hurts. It's like this every night. Only what's in the cup can be numb for a moment. A full moon hangs in the air, this month is a symbol of happiness. There is a round moon, there are people who can control the clutch. Let fate control everything for everyone.
Fate in the bitter expectation, really want to banish themselves to allow the passage of time to linger in a specific space. Listening to love songs and keeping tears is also a kind of catharsis and helplessness from the bottom of my heart. Dare not extravagant hope also dare not delusional, only wish that you still remember me after a few years is enough! As I live day after day, my thoughts have never diminished. Lost in his own thoughts and sad. I don't know what you are thinking at this time? Once became the scenery in the memory, but I have become the passer-by in the memory, what else can I leave in a hurry?
Let time fly, let the full moon be short, but I can do nothing but wait quietly, according to rare, and the smell you left behind is gradually diluted by the ruthless time. If I can start all over again, I'd rather not see you, to avoid all these feelings, to avoid this little bit of Acacia. Let this yearning spread from the bottom of my heart who I am and who you are.
It's okay.
Author: Wen Zhucheng
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