Think of you at night, sleep with your name

The moon is full and the moon is waning
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"I don't know why you're doing this to me. I just know that no matter how you treat me, I still love you so deeply. Perhaps, you never loved me, even hate me. But I will always, always love and bless you!" -- inscription
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It was late at night and drizzling outside the window. The cold wind swept in, a little rain, the air is full of faint melancholy. In a corner of the horizon, the clouds hit, touched sparks, roared without reason, polished the sky like ink, and disturbed the surrounding static overflow. Can not help but think of you, have been awakened by thunder, whether there is a quilt to warm. All of a sudden, want to, want to, send a short message to ask you: Are you okay? Do you feel cold?
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These days, I miss you less and less. Thought the wound has been in the time flies and slowly healing, but did not expect a love song, a song of acacia, a rain, a cold wind, once again caused a heartache. It turned out that my concern for you was just a corner of my heart, severely repressed, and slowly growing. When the sunset pulls down the long night, when the figure around me gradually fades away, the thoughts lurking in my heart will come like a tsunami, flooding my heart.
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With a curtain of dreams, cut a moonlight, wake up alone in the dim soft light, any gentle music accompanied me into the tunnel of time, looking for lost footprints. To the blank ceiling, your beauty calmly smiled at me. Years like sand leak quietly away, do not stay for anyone. Those lingering whispers, those tender condolences, have now gone with the wind, thinking that your beautiful image in my mind will gradually dim. However, your eyes like water, beautiful outline, curly long hair, tall figure, is still so clear, presented in my blurred line of sight.
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My heart has always been unable to find a habitat, had to drift in the Internet world, with one sad poem after another, one touching prose, all feelings precipitated in the bottom of my heart. They, as if to tell my heart. Shuttling in the crowd, wandering aimlessly, feel lonely. I am like the protagonist of a stage play standing in the spotlight, speechless looking at all kinds of people coming and going, only lonely company. Afraid of the lonely voice, the ears of the dragon, can not hear the noise around, but smell the broken heart, pieces fall, strong sound. I chose to be silent behind the world, to be a deserter, to be reviled by the world, and to blame my cowardice.
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I am a man wandering in the desert, with the merciless burns of the sun by day, and the bone attacks of the cold wind by night. Suffering from care, can only look at your photo plum quench thirst. Far away that mirage, spur me to chase a illusory peach. In fact, I know, also understand, Xanadu, only appear in fairy tales.
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In every cold night, tossing and turning, can only turn on the computer, will be indescribable emotions, or miss, or care, or loneliness, or loneliness, one by one on the cold screen. Words, like flowing water in my heart, like floating clouds floating in the air, in fact, these beating words and sentences, are the thoughts of you, running into poems, flowing down. How many words can a person write in his life, how many crazy feelings can he describe? And I, in this year has knocked out the most words of my life, draw out the most sad life journey.
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As a result, whenever a string of rain drifts outside the window, I find myself letting my fingertips pop bursts of sadness on the keyboard, and playing a section of love on the keys. The rain, the patter; Melancholy, continuous wadding; Love, infatuated; Woven into a sentimental net, bound me, let me helpless, let me at a loss.
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Have been used to standing at the window, let the night wind brush my face, will be a heart like a wind bell hanging on the iron window, swaying in the wind, ding the ring, ring out a missing, ring out a charge. Whether it is the night black wind high, or misty rain sad, is the moon hanging, or red clouds covered, I have rain or shine on the silent sky, silently pray for you.
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Perhaps, falling in love with you is a mistake; Perhaps, the past life owes you too much, destined to this life must be repaid. If so, I think I have paid off all my debts to you these days. In the afterlife, I hope God will not change your face, so that I can find you in the noisy city, in the vast sea of people, let me once again without regret to hurt you, love you, care for you.
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I once told you that as long as I can make you happy, no matter how many grievances, I am willing to hold your hand and accompany you through every obstacle. Now, although you and I are separated like strangers, my heart has never left your side. The world is close, never give up. I will keep an oasis in my heart, waiting for you to stop. I will guard a harbor, waiting for you to dock, for you to shelter, forever.
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So, in every night thinking of you, I will quietly read for you to the stars, pillow your name to sleep. Because I'm afraid that when I don't wake up one day, I won't be able to pray for you anymore.