Never say forget or forget this thing, only pretend indifference and secretly miss the heart.
Missing grows slowly, spreads slowly, and slowly engulfs my whole thoughts.
Originally, our hearts are an unknown corner, unwilling to be exposed scars.
Those faded past, miss, still wandering in memory.
If it is not for deep feelings like the sea, how can miss flood disaster.
You left me with endless yearning. But even if I can't see you again, I'll be enough to have this true companion.
Don't stay up late. The person you're waiting for has snored and won't miss you when you wake up without you in your dream.
You still smell on the pillow, but you're not there.
There is a person whose name I have never spoken, not because it is heavy, but because I am afraid of its turbulence.
In the light of the bright moon, in the light of the stars, my dreams spread to my hometown and to you in my hometown.
Missing is the warmest waiting, accompanying is the longest confession.
When you miss you, write your name in your hand, spread out is missing, hold tight is happiness.
Sometimes I miss you day and night. But when the missing person appears in front of you, you feel at ease.
Some pain, can not speak out, can only endure, until can slowly forget.
The path of love, no longer have your footsteps, my, pay has become your burden.
The flowers covered by years blossom, and all the white foal gaps become blank.
There are some things that seem to be the same now. But at that time, it was really a person who survived every second.
Those who do not speak out of the missing, eventually boil into a black eye.
Lie that time will dilute everything, but miss half the point, growing.
In countless sleepless nights, do you like me, start to miss a person, miss a face, and then tears all over your face?
I think of you in places you can't see, who are you with in places I can't see?
I miss if there is a voice, I'm afraid you're already deafening. About missing someone.
Your name is written only a few centimeters, but it runs through the time when I miss you so long.
How to compensate me for the time I miss you and the way I love you?
During sleepless nights, the draft boxes become crowded, each of which is evidence of sleepwalking.
I can't see you when I open my eyes, but you are all when I close them.
I don't even have you for a second, but I feel I've lost you 10,000 times.
After tasting all the missing, I learned not to disturb.
In the season full of yearning, full of sincere wishes, I wish to bring you unlimited joy and warmth.
If you have to be separated, you should say goodbye and be grateful to him for giving you a memory.
There's always a song that reminds you of that person, that place, that time.
When I miss you, my mood is like a candy, from sweet eyebrows to toes.
Missing you without warning is my hidden disease.
If you are doomed to miss it, let its beauty linger before it has time to fade.
There will always be a person who has been living in the heart, but farewell in life.
Others say that I look very free and easy, others say that I should forget you, only I know how much I miss you.
If time can dilute my yearning for you, I won't wake up lost.
Late at night is the time when one's heart is most fragile, and also the time when one misses the craziest. I miss you. What about you?
There's always someone who says you don't love him, but when you hear about him, your heart is always like a needle.
You have to understand that you and this person have no future, this life, can not have.
At a certain time, I miss the palmprint of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, I miss a person that I care about.
I miss if there is a voice, I'm afraid you're already deafening.
Time can't dilute the wine of true feelings, distance can't pull away the hand of missing. Think of you until the end of time, until eternity.
Stop fantasizing. Think of me. I miss you, too.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimental suffering, an inch is also tens of millions of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
Missing is the wind without direction, which blows away the traces of the years.
When everything is in the past, close your eyes and still remember the flowers that once blossomed in your dream.
Acacia turned into ash, ash sparks, but, again, ignite the prairie fire of missing.
Stars and moons are silent, because you have gone; the breeze is silent, because I am crying; I am silent, because I still miss you.
Men miss a person, when they are half drunk after drinking, women miss a person, when they are insomnia at night.
Those unspoken yearnings have boiled down into dark circles.