I haven't seen the stars in the night for a long time
It's been two cold self-healing cycles.
Like your bright eyes
Your big smile
I feel relieved when I hear it
It rained for days
When it rains heavily, I always find it troublesome to bring an umbrella.
But you will, but you're not there.
The snow on the mountain is getting thicker and thicker, and it's starting to thin again.
It's a little cold. I can't sleep well at night. I'm confused.
All the dreams, just remember your face, no expression, it's a good dream, these are just little things about missing you
Some people say that poems about missing are all about one person's sadness.
It's not poetry, it's words, just thinking about you.
And the spirit of all these words is you.
But if you really can = miss you
Well, I am, but at least I dare you to know
I'm coming to see you, like flying
Even if it's only seen from afar
The spirit of these boring words
I miss you
Not so much. Why?
Author: Dan Yin Su Yan
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