Hanging in the night sky, miss your heart

When the setting sun gradually lengthens the figure, when the night quietly devours the shadow, when the cold wind passes by with raindrops like crying, when the night slowly falls into silence, I think of you again by accident. Don’t ask I am what reminds me of you, don’t ask me why I remember you, because I can’t tell a truth. Maybe, there is no reason for worrying about it, and maybe there is no reason for missing. Let yourself sit on the clouds, look down, stare, look for your trace, and want to feel your existence. However, I can’t feel you all the time when I have searched the vast world and interspersed with the vast sea of people. After all, is the fate between you and me so short? Is your friendship with me so fragile? Just like the clouds and mist, a heart has no solid feeling, spreading over the boundless night sky, hanging in the air, letting the wind blow and rain, letting the night Swallow, just to worry about you. Time, 1.1 drops of Gone With the Wind; Emotion, a little with time flying; Care seemed contrary, along with day and night of rotation and gradually growth. I still want to ask, is it that I don’t want to miss you, or is your attention that makes me grateful? Did you refuse me in a short letter, or did you and I not belong to the same world? Are your tears holding my sleeves, or are your silent concerns keeping me? I am used to being surrounded by indifference, facing loneliness and being silent behind the world. I hold back the unspeakable missing in my heart, suppress it severely and bury it heartlessly. Turn on the computer and rerread your letters. Sadness gradually fills my heart. Looking at the moving between the lines, it gradually turned into cold and light words, a burst of melancholy, a burst of emptiness, came to my heart. I wanted to write a letter to you, but I was speechless for a long time. I am not unwilling to share joys and sorrows with you, nor to support each other with you. But I don’t know what to say to you. Your silence makes me at a loss; Your indifference makes me doubt myself; However, your care once made me let you go; Your attention once made me unable to let go. Suddenly, I find that I don’t know you well enough. If you are destined to just pass by, then I would rather choose never to meet you, because I can’t stand the pain of losing. If everything is arranged by fate, then fate will tease me again. Once confused, I thought that I had found a habitat and had a support, but it turned out to be just a mirage. The years run over by time leave much loss after expectation. There are always thousands of threads locked between the eyebrows. Leaning against the window through the fence, looking at the falling raindrops outside the window quietly, missing rising with the wind, spreading out his hands and blowing strings of instructions in the wind, hoping that the wind could pass through time and space and be sent to you. Maybe, I shouldn’t have appeared in your life; Maybe, you shouldn’t have replied to my letters; Maybe, God just wanted to make my experience as quiet as water and let me have nothing to desire; perhaps this is just a nightmare. But I think, after a rainy day, the rainbow will surely appear. Although it is only a moment of splendor, it will remain in my heart forever, just like the footprints you left, everlasting.

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