How can people who are fascinated by it at the first glance forget it. My heart is surging when I look at you, and I am nervous and cheerful when I look at you. I'm trembling, I'm obsessed and unrepentant, I can't go to you who I dream about every night. You are a holy flower, blooming in my heart, blooming in my heart, so beautiful, untouchable. In these days of longing, I missed happiness, I missed you, and when I missed you, I lost my direction and lost myself.

If I can read less, maybe I can take the initiative to contact you more, if I can think less, maybe I can talk to you more. It's a pity that I miss so deeply, I miss so much that I don't dare to lean towards you. I don't say anything, I keep my distance from me, I'm cowardly silent, I just look at you from afar, I struggle and wander, I don't dare to confide your name.

I am lost, confused, and I don't see you every night. I am depressed, I am confused, and I think of you every day and I have no hatred. I have spent all my energy in imagination, I have imagined meeting you thousands of times, and I have hidden all my feelings in the dark corners, not seeing the light, not letting you notice. I imagined me to be another you, so strange and yet so familiar.

Because I care about you, I have low self-esteem and dare not let you notice, I am afraid that I can't give you a perfect me, and I am afraid that I can't afford a perfect you. I am afraid only because I care too much about you, I care that you are the lover of my dreams, shining brightly, the morning star that I wake up from, dazzling and shining, and the pursuit of my dreams, holy and pure.

So I put you in my little heart, put you into a warm heart, I watched from afar, and I guarded it so quietly. This is the attachment you don't know, the treasure you don't understand, the string that I have in my heart, occasionally cheerful, occasionally lost. It is the fragrance that you have left around me, which is pleasant and admirable.

There is always a song at the beginning of my life, the track is the dream of you, and the lyrics are rare for you. You are the song in your heart with ups and downs, and you are the fate in the song. I sang and walked, I hummed a little song and drifted, but the melody in the vocal music couldn't beat me up. I'm chasing that you, I'm imagining a you, I just want to embrace you, surround you, with affection, silently.

The lamp of this night is the eye in my thoughts, the stars you lit for me in this vast darkness, I think of you in this night and moon, I think about you, I hold on to this light in this darkness, and grasp the warmth you have given me. Heartache is heartache, heartache is no longer you, heartache is more action, a smile, a thought, all of them are full of an unchanging pursuit. You are my pursuit.

This is a lonely road, long and endless, and I walk on this road and cannot see clearly. This is a song of separation, you in the song, me in the song, and we will never forget the past. Your and my lives used to be intertwined, and our memories were intertwined, but now we have different things, no contact with each other, no intersection again.

I often think of you suddenly, and when I think of you, you are the wind, the rain, and the air. I often suddenly hold you in the air, and the one that makes people worry is that you are clouds, fog, and stars, surround and occupy people firmly, but they are untouchable. The memories and moods of that scene were opened, provoked, ignited, and presented. It makes people consciously fall, completely succumb, and unable to extricate themselves immersed in this ethereal nothingness.

I often think of you, and the unforgettable memories of the past are infatuation, love and delusion, and the smile you inadvertently left me. It was a faint regret that came with the wind, and it was a shallow sadness that passed away with the wind. It is also a little luck to step on the waves, full of happiness with the waves, rippling heart waves, making people drunk, crazy, crazy, so that people don't want to forget you.

We didn't say goodbye at the beginning, and some of the original intersections became farther and farther away, slowly dissipating. I haven't seen you for many years, and I always feel that you have forgotten all about me, how good it is to forget! Unfortunately, I have not been able to do it, and I have tried my best to forget you at all. I haven't seen you for many years, and I'm secretly confident that I'll never be under your influence again. But it's also so funny, because once I come across something about you, even if it's just a sentence or a photo, it's enough to drive my heart crazy.

I wish you could tell me your story, tell me about your past, even in the most insipid way, even in the simplest tone, if you have an open mouth, it is enough. You haven't said it, but I can't stop thinking, we seem to have completely broken off contact, and there is no communication, only I am here to look at you from afar.

I looked north, and you and your hometown came to me. I want to see you, to see your hometown, and I've been well prepared to collect a bunch of information about your hometown. Slowly, its appearance changed from strange to familiar, from vague to clear, and many scenes there were already familiar to my heart. Just as I already know the name of every street, I know every famous snack, I know every beautiful sight, and I can even imagine what it would be like when you walked through a certain street.

It was as if I had become a homebound there, gently carving my footsteps in those places again and again. I walked in and out, I passed by and passed by. I have integrated myself, whether it is noisy or lonely, I have walked through the streets, passed by the buildings, and wandered blindly again and again. I let myself wander on your turf.

The wind passes without a trace, I look for you in this last wind, the rain leaves a sound, the sound hits my heart, I want to go to this familiar place to chase you to find you, strange because I have never set foot on it, familiar because of the drill thousands of times. I have regarded this place as my destination thousands of times, and the place where you are my home, where I am a returnee, no longer just a passerby.

I clearly realized that you are a poem that I can't read, a dream that I can't wake up from. I can't bear to think about you day and night, thinking about you in the distance. I also want to forget you, just like forgetting the wind and sand in the vast dusk, forgetting the stars in the bright starry sky. But how do you do it? I was far away with you, and now I'm near you at the end of the world. The distance is always far away, and this night, I always yearn for you.

January has passed, February has passed, March, April, May have passed, I pick you up at the beginning of each month, and I will give you up at the end of each month. A year has passed, two years have passed, three years, five years, seven years have passed, and I planned to meet you at the beginning of each year, and at the end of each year it was to no avail. I have traveled all over the mountains and rivers, I have encountered many disturbances, I have accosted every passerby, I have smiled at every flower and plant, I have met the whole world, but I have not met you. I'll never be able to meet you again.

Tonight, I am empty-handed, tonight I am full of ambition, and tonight's rain washes everything thoroughly. You can't see me in the empty wind, and I can't see you, only the mystery you give me, so real, so kind. I only have the mercy you give me, and I would rather ruin my life and just want to continue to love you. Overnight, it seemed to be filled with love. I have loved your delicate face, and I have loved your flowing hair, and your thin body, and your sweet words, and now, I still love you for everything, and I have loved everything about you. Now, I can't let go of you, I just can't let go of you, I can't let go of you.

You are far away, you have come from afar, you are far away, I want to go to the far land, I want to go into the fragrant valley, to open and chase, to embrace the pain and happiness that surrounds me. The wind here is floating, the rain is floating, the clouds are moving, I want to wave my affection with both hands, intermittently, endlessly, far away, I will tell you, and I will tell myself, even if the wind is broken, the rain is broken, and the clouds are broken, I will also pick up my broken heart, pick up the dream, and pick you up.

I remember that, I remember you, and I remember many, many things. I feel like I'm in a trance, I feel like my spring is gone, the clouds and the sky, the shadows and the vistas, my spring goes slowly and calmly. It was you who took him away, and I was left to silently burn out my tears and turn the beauty to ashes. I lean on the tail of spring, you take away the spring, and you take away my heart, I throw a trace of a slightly sad mood in your direction, through my once confused eyes.

You continued your haughty and dashing, I continued my humble hardships, and the moment I decided to set out, I remembered your voice and saw the sunset on the mountain tops in the distance. I'm thinking of you, and since my spring is gone, I've kept my warmth in the cold winter wind. The wind is still the wind, the rain is still the rain, it's just getting colder, you're not there, sadness and silence are with you. I like you, and I feel all my luck.