On rainy days, I suddenly like to look up and breathe in the light rain. When the cold water sticks to my cheeks, I can't help but pray vaguely, hoping it can restrain my inner throb; The restless soul is like a galloping horse, leaping over the boundless cold pool and indulging in the world; My thoughts are running wild, and my thoughts are like a tiny needle, stabbing at the tip of my heart, clearly showing a trace of pain. Stubbornly looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, I asked hard, but the other party refused to answer.

There was a broken kite in the sky that day, and there seemed to be a broken thread in my palm. It turns out that the beauty of that fantasy is beyond my power. The color of the sky is so pale after the rain, and my palms are getting empty. Please turn your head away and don't look at my face. Even at this time, the building collapsed, the surface was torn, and a big meteorite fell into the air, but I couldn't move any more.

Go back to your hometown, wait for you at the first time, miss you, until the last moment of your life, until you slowly stop breathing, you will not come after all. But my heart will not stop. I know, I understand and I regret it. I will never see you again until I see your heart. My heart has not stopped, my body is still warm, and my arms will always be waiting for you to gently pull, I don't know if you dare to look.

Turning around is a reincarnation, and that farewell is a lifetime, so I stubbornly left with my head held high. My bloodstained footprints are printed on the angular stone, and I keep a tenacious smile for myself. Go, go, never walk out of this vast world and resolutely refuse to get a dull future. Beneath the tenacious appearance is a fragile illusion. Why can't you always get past yourself? The train whizzing by is not in this direction, happiness passes by, and the road will never end.