I saw him walking into the subway in despair, watched him walk into the open car, and saw the door close.
I feel like my soul has been taken away by him, why is it always taken away so easily, leaving only heartache.
I think we will never meet again in the future. I couldn't help covering my face and crying.
Not long after, someone handed me a tissue and appeared in front of me.
With a crying face and red eyes, the two people looked at each other.
In the crowded subway, the two people hugged and kissed tightly, and their tears intertwined.
In my mind, emotion still beats reason.
Love can be fruitless, but don't regret it, let alone leave any regrets.
It seemed that I was finally brave for myself.
The rainy season is finally over, and the haze in my heart is gradually disappearing.
Who hasn't experienced several rainy seasons in their youth? Looking back many years later, they will think, what are those?
And when I experience it again, I just hope that the rainy season will never come again.
Intention: love