華閱文章網Miss you, miss you. Want to want to.
Making every day to say, have to write every day, every day to repeat such repetition. Miss you every day, think of you, or you want to.
Making when thinking of you, happy smile. That kind of happiness, like light waves spread quickly in the bottom of my heart, diffusion. Making when thinking of you, the heart will be painful. Not every a miss, are filled with happiness, not every a miss, are happy not bitter. If you want the heart again pain, is also reluctant to you,because you want to, has become a habit. Making I likesitting in the dusk you drunk. Making I love to you in thealong wind.
I like to see making an image, I saw a sentence like * I love you in my time.
I like making a cup of tea, a Book of prose, you want aquiet time in. Making I love to you happy. Making I love toyou happy.
Making me like when you want, write a miss to you, take a smile to you, sing a song for you, send you a message.
Making me like when thinking of you, and when you think about me.
想你，想你了。
很想很想。
每天都要這樣說，每天都要這樣寫，每天都重復著這樣的重復。
每天都想你，想你，還是想你。
想你的時候，會幸福的微笑。
那種快樂，像光波一樣在心底迅速蔓延，擴散。
想你的時候，心會很痛。
不是每一份想念，都洋溢著幸福，不是每一份想念，都是快樂的沒有苦澀。
即使想你心再痛，也情愿想你，因為想你，已經成了一種習慣。
我喜歡坐在微醺的黃昏里想你。
我喜歡在快走的風中想你。
我喜歡在看見一個影像，看到一句話的時候想你。
我喜歡在登高望遠的時候想你。
我喜歡在一杯清茶，一冊散文，一處靜謐的時光里想你。
我喜歡想你時候的快樂。
我喜歡想你時候的愜意。
我喜歡想你的時候，寫一份想念給你，拈一朵微笑給你，唱一首歡歌給你，發一條短信給你。
我喜歡想你的時候，也是你想我的時候。