Maybe, maybe one day, inadvertently, I suddenly realize that missing me has become an accident. Like a lost butterfly, with broken wings, it accidentally fell into the palm of my hand. It was unexpected and sweet, and it no longer hurts. I miss you because I still love you deeply. No matter on the other side of my heart or at the end of the pain, I still love you and have no regrets! !
I love you, this is a box, a box that imprisons myself, I am unable to escape, and more importantly, I don't want to escape. Loneliness has a taste, and only you know this taste! This kind of longing is like a desperate exile, growing old with you and me!