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Who said that drinking can relieve sorrow? It’s just that I was drunk at that time. But I don’t know that after sobering up, I feel even more fierce and melancholy. It’s also a bit like the most painful thing in life is that there is no way out after waking up from a dream.
The rain came just right again, hitting the window and the heart with a crackling sound, and suddenly woke up, just like someone crying in tears due to love, and the sound was like someone sobbing.
Rain is always the silk that year, drizzling. It still takes time in the past. It is also a pleasure to think more about it and be able to relive the old times. What a pity, it's just an old time.
Memories are always hard to let go. There are so many beauty in it, and Qiu Shui's eyes are vivid in my mind. Memories are memories after all, dreams are always dreams, and no matter how good they are, they are just clouds and smoke. I have so much hope, my dreams come true, and my memories are true. I can still listen to the rain, watch the rain, and get wet with you. I also hope you are still here, how good it would be. There are so many things to tell you and so many scenery I want to share with you.
It’s a pity that you are not here.
