Miss you, but won't disturb you, because too love you.
If I could get back to the past, I chose not to know you.
I am not regret.
I cannot stand with the ending without you.
Since then, our happiness has nothing to do with each other.
The word "love" with me was unreachable.
Quietly miss you, and put a section of grace of music.
Your figure is fuzzy, and your face is hazy, but this does not affect the mood I miss you.
I did not miss you very much, just miss you while I am happy, you are the first person I wanted to share my happiness.
I did not miss you very much, just miss you while I am unhappy, you are the first person I wanted to talk to.
I did not miss you very much, just listen song will suddenly remind of you, no why, just because the lyrics written like you and me.
I did not miss you very much, just woke up in the morning will suddenly remind of you, no why, just because the person in the dream like you.
I did not miss you very much, just when reading will suddenly remind of you, no why, just because the protagonist in the book like you and me.
I seriously did not miss you very much, I think of you while reach an entry; I just see a disc halfway will remind of you, I just heard a song halfway will remind of you.
I seriously did not miss you very much, I just miss you while I do not want to think of you.
I did not miss you very much, I just very miss you until the eyes moist.
Miss you, but afraid to let you know, so not dare to disturb you.
Only save the message that you sent to me in the cellular phone, read it while missing you, and then kept laughing, and sadness.
Only save the songs that you always played it, always reluctant to delete, even it is a very common song, listen to it while missing you.
In the lonely night waiting for your message, when received your message, the mind is a sense of excitement, but only reply you a light regards, light joke, and light noisy. (not really know how to translate @_@”)
If didn’t receive the message, will just sleep with a hint of sadness
The day without your news, I will frantically searching for your news, act nonchalance inquired about you, and then listen what they said about you, all these dribs and drabs in mind.
I love you more than what I am imagine, but cannot tell you.
Raise the head and looked at the clouds, breathing the air of the cities, will remind of you.
Think it will always come to you, even it will not, the heart still warm.
At this moment, I miss you, but just miss you, but not to disturb you.
如果我能回到從前,我會選擇不認識你.
不是后悔.
是我不能面對,沒有你的結局.
從此以后,我們的幸福,與彼此都無關了.
原來”愛”這個字,與我遙不可及.
靜靜的想你,放上一段優雅的音樂.
你的身影很模糊,你的臉龐很朦朧,但這并不影響我想你的情緒.
我沒有很想你,只是在高興的時候會想你,你是我第一個要分享的人.
我不是很想你,只是在不高興的時候會很想你,你是我第一個想要傾訴的人.
我沒有很想你,只是在聽歌的時候會突然想起你,不為什么,只因為那歌詞里寫的好象我和你.
我沒有很想你,只是在早晨醒來的時候會突然想起你,不為什么,只因為夢里出現的人好像你.
我沒有很想你,只是在看書的時候會突然想起你,不為什么,只因為那書中的主角好象我和你,
我真的沒有很想你,我只是在走到某個入口的時候才會想起你,我只是看碟看到一半的時候會想起你,我只是聽歌聽到一半的時候回想起你.
我真的沒有很想你,我只是在我不想想你的時候想起你.
這樣真好,我沒有很想你,我只是很想你到眼睛濕潤.
想你,但卻很好怕讓你知道,所以不敢也不會打擾你.
只有把你的信息藏在手機里,想你的時候把它們翻出來慢慢的看,細細的品,然后就不停的在偷笑,悲傷.
只有把你的經常放的歌保存起來,一直都舍不得刪去,哪怕是幾首很普通的歌曲.
想你的時候把它們翻出來放上一遍,細細的品味.
只有在每個寂寞如水的夜晚等你的信息,等來了,心里是一陣莫名的激動,但壓印著滿懷的高興給你發去淡淡的問候,淡淡的玩笑,淡淡的吵鬧.
等不來,就只有帶著一絲淡淡的惆悵,但半夢半醒中睡去.
在沒有你消息的日子里,只有拼命地尋找你的點滴,裝作若無其事地打聽關于你的一切,然后***起耳朵聽他們說著你的點滴,把這些點點滴滴都刻在腦海里.
我一直都比想象得更加愛你,可是卻不能告訴你.
抬頭望著這個城市的云,呼吸著這個城市的空氣,也會想起你.
想著它會一直飄到你那里,哪怕是這樣,心里還是暖暖的.
此刻,我想你,但只是想你,而不打擾你.
