In order to see you again, I missed a lot of fields, Ihave a love in my heart. So when you pass your cold fingers, you are an eternalbird, waiting time. The person you love is an endless poet. It's an endlessdream. It's waiting and giving. It's for the love in your heart. It's hard tospeak. It's for love, but it's for you to discover and disturb your life. Somepeople are destined to be friends; some things are destined to be stories.Miss, let it go, do not regret, do not nostalgia, perhaps it is beautiful, butmay not be the most suitable for you.