The moist wind was wrapped in the fragrance of gardenia flowers, and chalk dust floated lightly in the rain and mist. The voice of his lowered head and lecture was softer than the sound of rain. I clutched the wet notebook and hid my heartbeat in this spring rain.
A clumsy confession in youth
Rejected in the muggy rainy season
With salty tears and broken dreams
only my heart
Like that tree with deep roots
Stubbornly waiting for the wind
Blowing my leaves again, my girlish thoughts
It's a "pattering rainy season"
Intention: There is always someone who will love you to the fullest
