Miss

Do you ever think me
A series of dreams that I painted in the sky
Form is lost in the nostalgic swallow quiet
And submerged longing not culminate in

At each distance and time of the beautiful
Where is my catch-ray eyes
I always hope there saving
In the wind and sound raindrop

I yearn in corner rose garden
And clear the haze above drip
I keep longing that you burn
In every breath, half-pulling
I look at your face painted in my heart

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