If a person really misses you,he will come to you,no exception.
你一路走来，看过繁华都市的夜空，路过南方的无名小镇，喝过自己亲手酿的桃花酒，寄过一摞不知所踪的明信片，你一个人，跨着大步，无所畏惧的迎着风和雾，眼里都是星星和大海。
When someone loves you, they don't have to say it. You can tell by the way they treat you.
快乐，难过都是讲给自己听的故事。
