There's a kind of longing called chatting,There's a kind of longing called waiting,Recounting the days gone by,Anticipating the time to come,Wandering in the breeze, caught between,Confessing silently under the moonlight.

There's a kind of longing called complaining,Wishing you hadn't come so late,Wishing you weren't here,Wanting to contact you, afraid you've fallen asleep,Wanting to greet you, afraid you'll be annoyed,There's a kind of longing called insomnia,Tossing and turning, without any drowsiness,Closing my eyes, your figure appears,Opening my eyes, looking at your photos,Wanting to sleep, unable to,Not sleeping, too lonely,There's a kind of longing called concern,Worried you haven't eaten on time,Worried you're busy and overwhelmed,Worried you're not taking care of yourself,Worried you always forget to rest,There's a kind of longing called companionship,Even though we're separated by distance,We always stay in touch,Your messages, I reply instantly,Your calls, I quickly answer,You can contact me anytime, anywhere,I'll persevere,There's a kind of longing called chatting,Talking about everything, freely expressing oneself,When we meet, we talk incessantly,After parting, I keep hanging on.