It feels similar to the feeling in Faye Wong s Missing .

Landlord, the problem you and I have is too similar.

At that time, I was with him on a spur of the moment, and it wasn't until I was together that I realized that they were not suitable for each other at all, the thoughts of the two people. The way of two people. The character of two people.

There are gaps that are too big. Slowly, there was no feeling. It's no longer interesting.

So, dilute, diaphragm, break up.

And the scariest thing about dating is that there is no topic. I used to be him, taciturn, and always let me play a lively role, which was okay at first. But after a long time, I feel that I am self-sufficient...

There is no way, love has a shelf life, let go if you don't love, leave room for each other, don't: "The food is tasteless, it's a pity to throw it away." "This is the saddest part of love.

Don't find someone to fill the void in your heart because you are afraid of loneliness.

I know how to persuade and not to persuade. But I've been in the same situation as you, and if I'm separated, I'm separated, and it's not more terrible than you imagined to leave. Maybe in the future there will be twists and turns, and each group will be sad, but at least it will not drag each other to the heavens.

I hope the landlord thinks carefully. Hold back the excitement of the moment, calm down, and think, is this person in front of you your true love? .

I think it's the kind of song that is very relatable and catchy.

Similarly, I think there are "spinning wood", "the world", "putting out fire", "I don't want to be like this", "the moon at that time", "red beans", "like the wind", and "monsoon".

Here are the questions, not the discussions!

Just because love has become a habit. This person is already part of your habit.

Just go with the flow, there will always be new people coming into your life, and you may be able to get a fresh and long-term relationship that you want to cherish.

A touch of nervous sweetness.

A little trick of sweet love.

Knead the roses on the ground and look at the delicate beauty.

In one's space, chew on memories repeatedly.

Keep your favorite in the bottom of your heart.

Take that hazy beauty in your own hands.

I might like you.

But don't want to have you.

Because it's already sweet just like that.

Between loving and not loving.

Between seeing and not seeing.

Push the good feeling to the top.

It's the kind of naughty, cute, lightly willful, stubborn cunning and playful.

You can express whatever realm you comprehend Maybe this is nonsense, but listening to songs is the artistic conception of listening If you really can't feel it, you can only say that you haven't experienced that feeling.

Missing, hazy, sad, blue beauty.

Song Title: Nostalgia.

Singer: Faye Wong.

**: Faye Wong Hong Kong Concert A

Shut off the room full of insufficient oxygen.

Light a cigarette butt and savor your breath.

Hit back at your questions against the air.

Excuse yourself every real get-together.

Trapped in yourself and longing for your news.

Complacent: The charm of rejection.

Enjoying the distance with you without a trace.

Maybe I miss you more than I see you.

I may like to imagine you more than I get you.

I shut down the room full of insufficient oxygen.

Light a cigarette butt and savor your breath.

Scattered all over the place Intermittent riddles.

Hit back at your questions against the air.

Excuse yourself every real get-together.

Trapped in yourself and longing for your news.

Turning over sweet words.

Pretend to be mysterious and continue your curiosity.

Maybe I miss you more than I see you.

I might like to imagine that you don't need to hold you.

Ahh

Maybe I miss you more than I see you.

I might like to imagine that you can't stand being together