Encountering longing

　　 Night has fallen again. The hustle and bustle is gone, replaced by a heartbreaking tranquility. I sit alone by the window, my pen falling across the paper, each line a testament to the longing filling my heart. On this night, in this waiting, I quietly whisper: I miss you!

　　 Time ticks by, second by second, and I endlessly sketch your image in my memories, slowly recalling every little detail, wavering between reality and fantasy, sometimes weeping, sometimes happy—all because I miss you!

　　Every day, I take out your photo to look at your beauty, your captivating eyes, your lovely brows, as if you were truly beside me, inseparable!

　　The night is deep, so quiet. The taste of longing is hazy and melancholic. At this moment, I long to hold you tightly, kiss your cheek, and hold you in my arms, to tell you, "I will love you forever!"

Perhaps a gentler longing, a quieter yearning, would calm my heart, melt away the sadness, and bring a happy smile to my lips!

Because of longing, the night becomes melancholy; because of thinking of you, the night becomes sweet. This life's love, this destiny of longing, is deep and unwavering, I yearn for you with all my heart...!