Regular version
The rain will always stop,
My tears will always run out.
The world is floating in the mist,
You, or yesterday, fade into the distance.
It turns out that people can really dry themselves up into a well.
Inch by inch, a new spring center is carved out.
[General version]
Cen An remembers that youth is a long and narrow shadow.
In her third year of junior high school, she was a blurry background huddled in the back row of the classroom, her school uniform washed white. And Cao Ziyu is the boy who always falls in the front row of light. The green bow in the hair of the girl next to him brightens her entire humble rainy season.
Until that evening, the purple glow flooded Minghui Middle School.
Cao Ziyu transferred to another school, and amidst the noise and admiration, he caught a glimpse of Cen An in the second row——
She was fair and cold, with the same expression as Bai Yueguang in his memory, complaining that there was no autumn in Southern Province.
Everyone said that Cen An had transformed.
The rain will eventually stop and the tears will eventually run out.
When the tide of the past receded, she finally dug out a clear spring from her dry well, reflecting another sky.
"Hello, I'm Cen An."
Purpose: Anti-school bullying, anti-meritism