Promise from Past Life

One word, please enjoy The rain wetted my eyes, I can't see clearly your figure. In the bustling night, Staring at you but not seeing you. The continuous drizzle prints your face, I hope that the mortal world will turn into an immortal. I don't see it but I see it, your face, The years are ruthless and the sea has changed. There is someone waiting for you on that street, Tell us about our love. The wind blows, your figure, Meeting the promise of the past life. Kiss gently, taste quietly, and hold your heart tightly. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.