Tonight, I sit in a corner and quietly miss you, wondering what you're doing, and if you're thinking of me. When you gaze into the distance, does my figure cross your mind? When you drift off to sweet dreams, do you see me waiting for you at the crossroads of dreams? I like sitting here quietly and missing you. Although, I don't know if this quiet longing can be truly felt by the other person. If you often have a mysterious heart palpitation, do you know it's because I'm quietly thinking of you from afar? Just like this, quietly thinking of you, quietly calling out to you in my heart. I really want to call out to you in this quiet night sky. Even though I know that the dark night cannot carry my voice very far. But I always feel that no matter how far away, you will surely hear. Just like this, quietly thinking of you on this ordinary night. Because I thought of you, this night has become beautiful and melancholy. I miss you, I want to light an orange lamp for you, quietly waiting for your weary return; I want to offer you a warm cup of tea, slowly dispersing the fatigue on your face; I want to use my gentle delicate fingers to lightly smooth the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes; I want to use my soft tender whispers to comfort your restless soul. Then, I look at you quietly... I seek, I beg for this moment of tranquility, eternity. I like to think of you like this, letting my heart experience a gentle sorrow and the sweetness of happiness. Unintentionally, I quietly think of your name, your figure, your cheerful laughter, walking with you in the rain, strolling hand in hand under the moonlight, then growing old together. If I could, I would rather be a bird, able to fly across thousands of rivers and mountains, perching on the branch outside your window. The solitary old tree outside your window is lonely, the silent bright moon in the night sky is also lonely. But I won't be lonely, because I am so close to you. I like the faint light emitted outside your window, warm and peaceful, allowing me to truly feel your presence. But I won't chirp, I won't disturb your peace. I just gently comb my wind-tousled wings, gather my weary heart. Then, silently stand outside your window, quietly thinking of you. Perhaps I'm waiting, waiting for you to give me a miracle. But I'm still a little afraid, fearing that this is just an unreachable dream. I know I can't ask for much, I only hope that I can continue to quietly think of you. Many times, just like this, quietly thinking of someone, is actually a kind of happiness, a kind of hope. Buddha said: Five hundred glances in the previous life earn one a fleeting encounter in this life. I would exchange ten thousand glances for one meeting with you, and then use my lotus-like heart to quietly think of you in some distant corner. Outside the window, the moonlight is like water, in my little room, my heart is already filled with thoughts. Sipping a mouthful of tea, let the faint night melody overflow like tassels. Letting my emotions run wild, tonight, let me quietly think of you...