The farthest distance in the world is not that I love you, but you don't know that I love you when I stand in front of you, but that I don't have the opportunity to say sorry to you when I know that I have wronged you; it is not that I don't have the opportunity to say sorry to you when I know that I have wronged you, but that when you open your eyes again, you forget that I am Who; it's not that you forget who I am when you open your eyes again, but you have to leave when you think of me again; it's not that you have to leave when you think of me again, but when I am sure that I love you, you really leave me forever, but I want to say to you, "I miss you!".