Missing is like a gust of wind, caressing the sadness.
Missing is a mountain that separates you and me.
Missing is like a moon, and true feelings appear in the waxing and waning.
Missing is like a cup of tea, behind the fragrance is bitterness.
Missing is a drop of tears, nourishing the wounded heart.
Missing is a piece of paper that records every moment of being together.
Missing is like a cigarette, you can't catch it even if you light it.
Missing is like a bouquet of flowers, waiting to be reunited.
Missing is like a pot of wine, it will always bring you a different aftertaste.
Missing is like a cloud, and what comes floating there is unspeakable pain.
Missing is like a sea, and thoughts are always surging for him or her.
Missing is like a river, and what flows in my heart is always an indelible memory.
Missing is a pill, use it to heal the lingering and boring feelings you have with him.
Missing is a road that is always bumpy but the muddy footprints must be forgotten with a smile.
Missing is a song, the same song sung by two people in different places.