Three o'clock in the morning.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, the light of my mobile phone flickering on and off, just like my mood at the moment.

I am thousands of miles away, missing you, my memory is like water, and my thoughts are like disaster.

The car light outside the window occasionally shines into the house. I am in a daze, thinking about your past and future.

Do you know that you are someone I cherish.

In those years, you were my partner.

During this time, you are my thoughts.

Perhaps, this is what God said, fate.

Hello, first time we meet

I look at you, small and fat.

He is babbling and has no idea what he is talking about.

I said, hello!Can you understand what I say? You look at me with your bright black eyes.

Then you become an indispensable part of my future years. During those formative years, I was reminded that I was not alone.

In those years, we were dependent on each other

I have always thought that the trajectory of this world is amazing. There are so many people, but you are by my side.

In our younger years we fought until we got angry and then re-established a revolutionary friendship.

I vaguely remember when you were in elementary w88 casino, carrying a small schoolbag, wearing a w88 casino uniform and a red scarf.

He looks like a tiger with a tiger head and a tiger head, very cute.

You are very beautiful. Even if the summer heat is unbearable, you will definitely wear long pants and white socks.

You are very smart. You know every text in the book by heart.

But you are also very lazy. When you were young, you even asked me to tie your shoelaces for you.

It seems that in those years, there are only memories of you, and us eating together at noon, fighting for the TV remote control.

You are with me, and I am with you.

During those years, I was never alone.

I look at you, turning corners, but there is nothing I can do

I often think back to that time.

Maybe it’s not a good memory and you don’t want to think of it.

I only remember those days of panic. I looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be seen.

I ran around in that medium-sized city without rest at noon during many exam periods.

I found you, watching you playing games excitedly, but reluctant to talk about you. Tell yourself, you are just a child, just a temporary addiction.

I want to walk with you, but I see you taking a fork in life and turning a corner, and I am powerless.

Today, we are still close

Now that you have grown up, the absurdity of those days is long gone. After you finally came back to me, we remained close.

I watched you grow taller and stronger, witnessing your growth.

Say, sister, look, I am taller than you.

Say, sister, look, I have muscles.

Say, sister, listen, my voice has changed.

Yes, you are slowly changing.

But in my opinion, you are still the kid who says, "Sister, I want to eat ice cream." It’s just that the years have stolen away that unforgettable time.

I remember everything you said

I tell you, you have to study, work hard, and do well.

I tell you, you must be good, obedient, and diligent.

I tell you, you are a good boy, a good student, and a good brother.

I still want to say a lot to you, but you no longer listen.

Finally one day.

You said to me, sister, you are so nagging.

I look at you in a daze.

Maybe you no longer need me; maybe you no longer rely on me.

Suddenly, I felt a little sad.

Then, you said to me, sister, don’t worry.

I remember everything you said.

There is no one in this world who can make me care about as much as you

I lay in bed, thinking about you when you were a child.

Perhaps you have forgotten those things, but I remember them one by one.

I hope you can come to the same city as me.

But in a conversation, I learned that your heart is further away.

Disappointment is not inevitable.

But seeing you happy is the most important thing.

No matter where you are in the future, I just hope that you are happy.

As long as you remember, there is no one in this world who can make me care about you as much as you do.

Postscript

This short article is neither long nor short, just like my mood, it is messy. I tried to sort out my thoughts, but finally gave up.

I think, memory is like water, flowing freely, and those feelings are inherently messy.

I just hope that I will miss you quietly and not disturb your mood of looking at the moon.

That’s all I hope.