Today, the sky is still raining, and raindrops flow into my heart. Gently, Gently touching me, but touching my heart of missing you. Moving forward further, I wanted to step on my missing for you, but I didn’t do it. Because, I still miss you. However, stretch out your hand to push away the cold breeze and the film blocking you. Tell you, no matter now or in the future, as long as I still have memory, I still think of you. The rain stopped. But I still hide in a corner beside me. Looking at you, you must pass the road here every day, hoping to see you and your familiar back to meet your missing. I. You are just an ordinary person, hoping to do ordinary things, make yourself happy and get the most ordinary feelings. I always feel a little lonely in the ordinary, hoping that I can taste the sadness in loneliness, and it seems that I want to be free here. Sometimes, I can’t forget the moment when I was with you, no matter it was a fight or something. I will always miss those things like that. It doesn’t matter on the surface, but the heart can no longer bear any blow about missing you. I always want to write something when I am lonely. It seems to be waiting for the white hyacinth flowers to bloom and dare not show the love like (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) the thirty years of my WeChat era

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