Tree Is a Kind of Sea

Secret Love＋Redemption＋Abusive Articles＋Uneasy Feeling＋Age Difference My heart stops with the rain, my love stops with the wind. "In April, it always likes to rain. I often like to lie by the window, quietly listening to the sound of falling rain, and carefully observing the water splashes when the raindrops fall. Sometimes they are like jasmine, sometimes like gardenias, and sometimes like white orchids. "