Once upon a time, you planted a long for in my heart, so I put on the heart missing your name. From now on, no matter day or night, every time my heart rhythm is gently call to you, to you convey my deep thoughts.

At night when you think you have become my habit, light faint light, I try to write down those who miss, attentively in love for you in the heart of poetry. The breeze swaying the window leaf shadows, gently singing the song of missing, I have to listen each asymptotic footsteps, are you coming to me from the dream? I just use one night to store for your thoughts, and then use it to support one another thinking of you during the day.

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