Feelings, like dreams, are one's own but neither can be autonomous:
Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I can never forget your face. I dream of meeting you again one day. From then on, I began to miss you alone: when I miss you, you are in the sky; when I miss you, you are in front of me; when I miss you, you are in my mind; when I miss you, you are in my heart.
I would rather believe that we have an appointment in the past life, and the love story in this life will not change again.
I would rather spend this life waiting for you to discover that I have always been by your side and never gone far.
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