The rain fell again in Lausanne. Countless tiny craters were smashed into the surface of Lake Geneva, just like the never-ending storm in my heart.
Shen Zhixing would sit in a corner of the library on rainy days, with his black computer in front of him, and then hand him a cup of hot chocolate that would never change.
Lu Jingchen said that he likes riding a bicycle in the rain, he likes to listen to the roar of sports cars, he likes skiing in the Alps, and he likes everything that has meaning in life.
One of them taught me restraint, the other taught me squandering. And I, after staying in Switzerland for two years, never learned how to love just right.
Purpose: live a good life