It's a habit to miss you
Happiness is filling the air
I want to write you a letter
I don't know where to start
Half of the thick letter was torn
Walk alone in the street
The sun is still warm
Pocket is not rich
But when I think of you
I'll surprise you with a gift
Imagine your face
My heart is sweet
A man in the street began to laugh
Passers by think this girl
It's kind of weird
My dear
It's my habit to miss you
My dear
It's too hard for me not to miss you
My dear
Missing is beyond missing
Romantic feeling is to let a person become lazy
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