Wait for the Rain to Clear

The camphor trees in Hangzhou are still evergreen every year. When we walked to the intersection where we once walked side by side, I remembered all the memories from the past. But no one would laugh and make her blush anymore. The wind was full of unsaid words, and she was left alone, living the next days like memories. Intention: The fiery year of running in both directions is a long memory that only hides his warmth for the rest of my life.