There is a very mysterious thing called missing.
Miss is a kind of happy sorrow, a kind of sweet melancholy.
Miss is the yearning for the long past and the bright future.
There is a distance to miss.
If there is no distance, you will not miss it.
If it is the distance between the space, then the missing is sweet, sweet smile tears.
If it is the distance of the soul, it is bitter, bitter smile tears.
If you miss each other, it is a kind of happiness.
If it is a one-way lovesickness, it is a kind of sorrow.
If you are only missed by others, it is a burden to miss.
Miss is shaped.
The moon is the biggest beneficiary of missing thoughts.
Due to missing, Humans inject strong emotions into the moon.
The moon shapes your thoughts. When the moon turns, your thoughts bend. When the moon turns, your thoughts are round.
Miss can make you cry at the moon, Miss can also make you smile at the moon.
Whether the moon is a circle, whether you cry or smile, Miss is a clean poem.
There is a direction to miss.
The direction of thinking is up, like a winding up ladder.
Upward upward, straight up to the cloud, there is no end.
There is no end to missing thoughts.
Missing is weighty.
The sinking pressure on the brow, put a person's trigeminal nerve pain.
Missing is weighty, and missing is in the upward direction ......
Missing is the only thing on earth that violates gravity ......
Missing is a very mysterious thing ......