2020-11-04

There is a kind of lovesickness, which is called tearful eyes whirling; when you love to think, love to the depths, loneliness and pain

By yqqlm yqqlm

Introduction:You can’t extricate yourself when you love deep. It hurts when you think of it. How deep a person’s love is in your heart will hurt when you miss it. This is a manifestation of deep love!

There is a kind of lovesickness, called tearful eyes and whirling, love to the depths and people are lonely, and when you think of it, you feel distressed. When you think about it, it is heartache. I can’t describe it in words. Only those who have experienced it can understand. I miss you and the road to miss is long and bumpy!

In the story of love, once I really fall in love with someone, I can’t let it go anymore. I am obsessed with love. A person will want to see him all the time. If you can’t see him when you miss, the thought of thinking can cause you to be in a trance. The obsession is like drunkenness and you can’t help but control it. How painful it will be!

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Thinking is attachment pain is language, love and think, love People are lonely in the depths, obsessed with love, I don’t know if I’m crazy or stupid. I know that I’m mad or silly. I know I’m in love with you and I want to miss you. There is no way to get back from loving you. Tears are rippling, and I am afraid of missing but I miss it. Missing the one I love is like sand that I can’t hold. No matter how deep the love is, I can’t hug someone far away, but I still miss it every second. I’ve never stopped being tired!

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I love someone obsessively in my heart, whenever I miss you When it comes to the heart, people have a kind of undead sentimental. The person I love the most is the only one in my heart. I am afraid of losing and being passionate in my thoughts. Few people can understand the kind of pain. I miss you and think. When the emotions arise, I feel like living in a Rakshasa, every time I move it is a tearing pain, a thousand miles of love, my eyes are sentimental and tearful, I love you, you are the sand that I can’t hold in my hand. Missing you, I feel sad where you can’t see it!

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It’s good to love someone It’s difficult, it hurts to think of someone, it’s hard to wait for someone, love to think, love you can’t hold your hand, miss you who can’t see you, wait until you don’t know which day is the return date, just wait like this I look forward to it, I look forward to hearing your voice suddenly one day, and seeing you truly appear in front of you, so that my heart will let go. In emotional cognition, the person I love the most in my heart will always be the most beautiful existence. It is a kind of beauty that can’t be described in any language and text!

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If you love someone in a foreign country, you can’t describe the feeling of missing you in any language. When you think about it, you are lonely in the depths. When you think about it, you feel distressed. The heartache is as uncomfortable as suffocating, It’s like losing love when you’re not around and thinking about it. Without the company of your beloved, you look into the distance silently when you miss. What you hear is the sound of your heartbreak. It’s an indescribable pain. How much is a person’s heart? Love, what a painful experience you will feel when you miss!

The second phase of the”Flashing Moment” theme essay