The story between you and me may have been doomed in the vast sea of people. After the erosion of heavy rain and the devastation of strong wind, it gradually began to sprout. Suddenly one day your roots plunged down hard and met dewdrops. Dewdrops told you that this is not suitable for you, you go! You shouted loudly: I want to take root, so you continued walking. When you stopped and walked, you seemed to see a wet mud hand reaching out to you, wanting to send you to me. I started to trot in horror, thinking in my heart, who are you? I want to get to know each other, but the water in my heart has completely turned upside down, and it's too late. Waiting, waiting for a grass that successfully took root to laugh at me unscrupulously. It said: She doesn't want to know you, doesn't want to talk to you, let alone know you. It laughed while taking root. It laughed so hard that I doubted life, laughed so hard that I lost my mind, and laughed so hard that I couldn't feel at ease in my bedroom.
The strong wind at night was still screaming there as always, and the cold rainwater flowed to my roots drop by drop. I suddenly realized...
