The rain was pouring, and the rain curtain blurred the boundaries of the city, but made the distance under the umbrella clearer. The breath is intertwined with each other, with the smell of moss, which makes people throb for a moment even in the sultry rainy season. Summer has a name, the rain curtain becomes the best cover, and the eyes dare to stay for a short time. When I look up, I look away in panic, but my ears secretly turn red. There is only the sound of rain and uncontrollable heartbeat in the whole world. If the rain does not stop, then my love will spread along the water vapor.
Intention: throbbing