Listen to music at midnight: I miss you in my dream

When the night was quiet, people were immersed in their sweet dreams. For me, it was the Cold Moon full of windows. People were sleepless, tossing and turning on the bed without sleepiness. They sat alone by the window and looked at the sky at midnight. Countless lonely and helpless days and nights, what accompanied me was a small computer. I tasted tea One Cup after another, holding my cheek and listening to music, letting time pass quietly. Songs flow in every corner of the room like flowing clouds and flowing water, sometimes light, sometimes passionate, sometimes romantic, sometimes sad, sometimes joyful, sometimes soothing. A person is always hard to fall asleep in dreams just close his eyes as if you are in front of him in fact it is not you just miss your feelings I also want to meet with you in dreams a person is close to you in dreams if you want to open your eyes, you really disappear in front of you. Looking at you slowly leaving, the sad feeling has to let tears stay in your eyes. I miss you in my dream. I miss you in my dream, but now where on earth have you gone? Me I would like to accompany you forever. I would like to accompany you forever, even if I just met you in my dream, I would like to miss you every day and put you in my heart. I will regard you in my dream as your beauty, A beautiful girl from the Northeast brought us into her dream with her vast, sometimes delicate and sometimes charming song “Thinking of you in a dream” at that time, follow her to imagine the feeling that your lover is at ease, leaving us daydream in the infinite space of dreams, and the mood floats to the place where you miss most with dreams. In the long night, I sat alone in a corner of the cabin quietly in the dark, quietly guarding loneliness, accompanied by loneliness, just waiting for the expectation of that dream, waiting for a constant true feeling, I think of you in loneliness and loneliness. I think of you and miss you in the song. At the ends of the world, the Yi people are on the water side. The colorful day is the dream that I gradually become when I miss you. Under the hazy moonlight, my favorite is wrapped around. How many nights have I slept with your name, dreaming of me. Looking at your direction, I miss you attentively. You are carved naturally with clear water. You, look back and smile, Bai Meisheng pose. You are the grass I am looking. You are the plain and plain that has been prosperous in the city, and you are the quiet and prosperous country as glittering and clear; You are the scenery that I have been longing. I don’t regret that your clothes are getting wider and wider. I’m not afraid of making you Haggard! In a cup of tea, I savored all your water-like tenderness, romance and warmth. I felt the gentle moonlight like water, shaking down my thoughts. I was floating and sinking in the dim night, dancing my fingers into poems in the night sky, pouring out my lovesickness in a low voice. In this quiet night, I looked through thousands of clouds and imagined that in the Western Wind of the ancient road, I trudged through the road of love for thousands of years with my tired body, letting my lonely soul drift in the dark night, just to walk to your side to listen to your heartbeat and feel your warm breath. Maybe I can’t dance with you in this life, then let me turn into a wisp of moonlight, float to your bed, see your sleeping appearance, stroke your long hair, kiss your smiling face in your dream. I miss you as a song. Lyrics are my painstaking efforts, and my painful thoughts are the sad melody. Miss you, don’t know when is the end? A silent sadness twined my heart. On a quiet night, maybe you have already fallen into a dream. I wonder if the sweet smile in your nightmare has seen me staring at your eyes in your dream? If you don’t see it, then let me turn my thoughts into wind and butterfly, and quietly float into your dreamland. Dreams are really beautiful. I always accompany you in dreams. I shout your name in dreams. I am miss you so much, looking back is you, overlooking is also you, thinking about your smile like water, my lonely heart is clear and transparent by your soft smile. I want to go through thousands of mountains and rivers and come to the plane tree in front of your window to accompany you around. I want to fold my thoughts into a boat, put it on the shore of my heart sea, let it set sail in the night, fly across the thousands of mountains and rivers, slowly stroke to Your Heart Lake, and sail into your dreamland. At the night of lovesickness, it is difficult to wake up in a dream. I have been deeply in my dream for several times. I have met in a dream for several times, and you are coming gently. I am waiting, waiting for the smile you look back to brighten my heart. Tonight, crickets play the piano, frogs sound again and again, moonlight sprinkles on the door of my missing heart, twining infatuated feelings, lingering expectations, light, quiet, laying a gentle room, such as the clarity and softness of autumn waves, rippling in my heart. The notes played by love are long and graceful. I step on the beat of my heart and dance with the melody of missing. Even if the world is far away, who can cut off the long and entangled thoughts in the world? It is already midnight, but your clear figure is still in my heart. Are you meeting me in your dream at this moment? Embracing the deep night and dazzling the colorful colors, I stood on tiptoe gently, clinging to the strings of my heart and sneaked around with a piece of paper. Treasure every bit along the way, full of heart, looking forward to the reversal of time, strolling into your dreamland, dancing alone for you, slowly saying my sentimental Millennium watch. In the crowd, in the world of mortals, you are my most regretful pursuit! You and I waited across the screen for the next Tanabata meeting Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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