Recycling Xu Xiaofeng's blank album of "Thinking of You Day by Day"

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lyrics:
Days I miss you

Every time I approach, it's so quiet, so as not to surprise you, so as not to let you discover that I am but a phantom. Every time I call your name, it's so soft, so as not to let loneliness hear or mock me. I use a gentle voice. Every time I leave, it's so soft, so as not to wake you, so as not to let you discover that you are awake in my dream. Every time I wait for you, it's so quiet, so as not to let time know. I comfort myself with silent sighs. One by one, the days I think of you build a lonely house. I go up and down the stairs, open and close the doors, rummage through the drawers, searching for your name. One by one, the days I think of you began from the day you turned away. My diary is filled with poems, and behind each poem is your name. The feeling of thinking of you is like the lingering rain, soaking my years. Yet, I still unconsciously think of you. The feeling of thinking of you is like the tender wind, blowing away my thoughts, but it cannot blow away your face. Yan, every time I leave, it's so softly, I dare not wake you, so you won't know. Now, in my dreams, every time I wait for you, it's so quietly, I don't let time know. I comfort myself with silent sighs, each day I think of you building a lonely house. I go up and down the stairs, open and close the doors, rummaging through drawers, searching for your name. Each day I think of you, from the day you turned and left, my diary is filled with poems, the back of which is all your name. Thinking of you feels like the lingering rain, soaking my years, yet I still unconsciously think of you. Thinking of you feels like the tender wind, blowing my thoughts, but it can't blow away your face. Thinking of you feels like the lingering rain, soaking my years, yet I still unconsciously think of you. Thinking of you feels like the tender wind, blowing my thoughts, but it can't blow away your face.