There are two kinds of days： I miss you and I want to see you.

　　Miss you:

　　Those unspoken words are all poured out under the quiet night sky at the moment. In this long time, it seems to have become a habit. I always think of your smile, your eyes and your every move involuntarily. I look for your shadow in every corner, and your breath is everywhere, which is the trace of our common memory.

　　Miss you:

　　In this silent world, I quietly describe your face, which is a picture in my heart. Every time I miss you, I feel your existence more deeply. The distance between us seems to be not only the endless waters of Qian Shan, but also the endless river of time.

　　Want to see you:

　　I want to see you, see your smile again and feel your warmth. I walked through the bustling city and the silent streets just to find your figure. I want to tell you how I really feel, and I want you to know that I miss you.

　　I want to see you:

　　In an afternoon, I stood where we once met, looking at the street in the sun and feeling the breath of the past. I want to meet you again and hold your hand again. Whenever the night falls, I will look up at the starry sky and wonder where you are and whether you are thinking about me. I want to watch the stars with you and listen to the sound of the wind blowing in my ears, but it's a pity that I just want to.