Tonight, I sit in a corner and quietly think of you. I wonder what you are doing, if you ever think of me. The Chinese vision has settled in the UK, a brand new Chinese concept; I wonder when you look into the distance, does my figure cross your mind? When you enter sweet dreams, do you see me waiting for you at the entrance of the dream? I like to quietly sit here and think of you. Although, I don't know if this quiet thought can be truly felt by the other person. If you often have a mysterious heart palpitation, do you know that it's because I am quietly thinking of you far away? Just like this, quietly thinking of you, quietly calling you in my heart. I really want to call you in this quiet night sky. Even though I know, the dark night cannot carry my voice very far. But I always feel, no matter how far, you must be able to hear. Just like this, quietly thinking of you, on this ordinary night. Because of thinking of you, this night becomes beautiful and melancholy. I miss you, I want to light an orange lamp for you, quietly waiting for your tired return; I want to offer you a cup of warm tea, slowly dispersing the fatigue on your face; I want to use my gentle delicate fingers, gently smoothing out the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes; I want to use my soft tender whispers, comforting your restless soul. Then quietly looking at you... I beg, yearn for this moment of tranquility, eternity. I like to think of you like this, letting my heart experience the gentle sadness and the sweetness of happiness. Unconsciously, I will quietly think of your name, your figure, your cheerful laughter, wanting to walk with you in the rain, wanting to stroll hand in hand under the moonlight, then grow old together slowly. If I could, I would rather be a bird, able to fly across thousands of rivers and mountains, stopping on the tree branch outside your window. The solitary old tree outside your window is lonely, the silently 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 from the front of your window, warm and peaceful, I can truly feel your scent. But I won't chirp, won't disturb your peace. I will just gently tidy my wind-blown wings, gather my weary heart. And then, quietly stand in front of your window, quietly think of you. Maybe I am waiting, waiting for you to give me a miracle. But I am still a little afraid, afraid that this is just a dream beyond reach. I know, I cannot ask for too much. I only hope that I can continue to quietly think of you like this. Many times, just quietly thinking of one person is actually a kind of happiness, a kind of expectation. Buddha said: Five hundred glances in the previous life result in a passing encounter in this life. I will exchange ten thousand glances for a meeting with you, and then use my lotus-like heart, quietly thinking of you in some distant corner. Outside the window, the moonlight is like water, and in my little room, there is already a buildup of heartaches. Sipping a mouthful of tea, let the faint night tune overflow like tassels. Letting go of thoughts, tonight, let me quietly think of you...