The shooting star passed by the night I met you on QQ.
You sent me a message:
Weather forecast: Missing you a little this morning! The afternoon turned into violent thoughts! Missing you became a storm at night! I Miss You!
I said: When the meteors pass by, it is very beautiful.
You said: After the meteor passed by, it was shattered into pieces.
I said: Remember to call me obedient.
You say: My dear, you are my baby.
I smiled, but my tears replaced your kiss on my face. Is it true that you won't speak first?
Dear, do you know that I actually love you?