There's a kind of love called 'I miss you so much'

There's a kind of love called 'I miss you so much'

There's a kind of love called 'I love you, I love you, for all eternity.'

There's a longing, called 'I miss you so much', causing tears to stream down my face.

There's a feeling, called 'deep, deep love', ingrained in the bone.

If this life is destined for a deep love and shallow fate, then I can only think of you in my heart.

If this life is destined for love but not to be, then I can only put this love into my heart.

If this life is destined for a chance encounter but not a fate, then I can only hope for a reunion in the next life.

Despite being apart, I still love you; despite no destined marriage, I still want to be together.

It's a ridiculously dramatic plot, a playful fate – difficult to let go, even harder to abandon.

I let my longing climb the mountains in my heart, wanting to be with you but unable to do anything, only to see the longing rise and fall again and again.

How can you let go of such deep love, such intense longing? Even if you let go, how can you truly let it go, how can you truly forget you?

In the realm of love, there are so many love-hate relationships, deep love and shallow fates, all stemming from an incomplete fate. These longings are for a future reunion, to fill the fate, to complete the love.

Though we are not together in this life, I deeply love you, silently thinking of you, we will surely meet again in the next life.

In this human world, there are always too many unforeseen circumstances. I'd rather believe in destiny, believing in this life and the next, so there would be less regret in love, so there would be belief in love.

I miss you so much, because I still love you, or because I can't let go, I don't want to admit defeat in love, I'm hoping to meet you again someday, and to cry out my longing to you.

I sense your feelings, with sweetness and sorrow; there's a mutual feeling of unspoken connection, always feeling that you're thinking of me too, in a distant place.

I quietly think of you, recalling our past, how many times my eyes have been wet, I can no longer distinguish between rain and my tears of longing.

I often miss you in the rain, in the wind; I can no longer tell the difference between the rain and my tears of longing, I don't know if the wind has carried my longing to your window.

Does anyone know I miss you so much, I want to see you, I want you to be by my side, I want to hold you in my sleep every night.

I miss you so much, it's in my blood, it's in my bones, it's in my heartbeat, it's in my breathing rate,

Time doesn't slow down because of you; drinking forgetfulness won't erase you from my heart; you're etched deep within my longing.

I met you in this life, enduring the pain of missing you, but I don't regret it, because your appearance is irreplaceable in my heart, even if it leaves a fleeting moment of beauty, it's enough for me to deeply long for you for my entire life.

I want you to be my life, and I'm hoping for a reunion in the next life. Even if I drink the Mèngpó soup, I'll quickly find you.

I miss you, I miss you, whether now or in the future; whether this life or the next, I'm always thinking of you.