Miss you

Do you still remember that winter? The dark sky can’t hide your passion, and you always yearn for that bloody dusk. When the night is quiet, do you recall that speechless warmth. Once upon a time, an invisible wall separated you far away, I couldn’t hear your voice, you couldn’t hear my heart, snowflakes fluttering, the cold wind was rustling, you stood in the snow field, I was confused, at the same time, you and I are fixed in this vast world. Your speechless gentleness often makes me fascinating. Winter is really long, can you hear my deep call? Cupid took away her arrow miserably, so the night was longer than the day. Love, hate, winter sunshine is very warm, isn’t it? In that dim sunset, you are a picturesque shadow. In that fiery night, the Moonlight is so charming. After all the silence, you and I are as hazy as a beautiful shadow. The night was beautiful that night, wasn’t it? The evening wind is so intoxicating, and the Moonlight pulls your figure into a long silhouette. The lake is so bright and clear, and the sparkling light is especially charming. The moon is beautiful and you are charming. In this distant world, we are always quiet. I look at your face deeply. Why are your sentimental eyes so cold, and suddenly tears burst out of my eyes, is it true that winter is really coming? On summer nights, there were flickers and the sound of Nightingale, but in this winter, who understood my lonely feelings, tears Yingman eyes again and could not flow out, so he shook his head and forgot yesterday. The letter was issued and lost in the hopeless rainy season. Will the stars rise last night? Your shining eyes tell me why on earth? Tears have fallen at this time, and a poor fairy tale has been born again. Andersen shouted: poor. A picture is overprinted in my mind, the vast snow field, all things wither, but the plum blossom has been adorable in spring, and the plum blossom is drifting in the cold wind. Are you really The Plum in the proud snow? True love is like plum blossom, and layers of wind and rain cannot drown the sun shining on you. My singing is continuing. Is your true love really like the cold plum in the proud snow? Oh, a piece of plum, grassland, true feelings, tears, eyes and tears all leave light colors and deep marks in the brain. On the night of December 23, 2013, Li Qiuwen was in Changchi, Nanjiang River.

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