There is a very mysterious thing.
Missing is a kind of happiness, it is a sweet 惆怅.
Missing is a beautiful yearning for the long and future future.
Missing is a distance.
There is no distance, there is no thoughts.
If it is the distance of space, the thoughts are sweet, sweet and smile.
If it is the distance of the soul, the thoughts are bitter, bitter smile and cry.
If it is the thoughts of each other, the thoughts are a kind of happiness.
If it is unidirerative, the thoughts are a kind of mourning.
If it is only missing by others, the thoughts are a burden.
Thoughts are shape.
The moon is the biggest beneficiary of thoughts.
Because of the thoughts, humans inject a rich emotion to the moon.
The moon makes thoughts have a shape, when the moon is curved, the miss is also bent; when the moon is round, the thoughts are also circus.
Missing can make you tears in the moon, miss you can make you laugh at the moon.
Whether the moon is a round, no matter what you cry or laugh, miss is a sinful poem.
Missing is direction.
The direction of miss is the top, like a stepped ladder.
I have always been up, straight up, can't see the end.
Missing is really no end.
Missing is weight.
The depression is in the eyebrows and puts the human trigeminal nerve hurts.
Thoughts are heavy, the direction of miss is up ...
Missing is the only thing that violates the gravity of the earth on the earth ...
Missing is a very mysterious thing ...
