A heavy rainstorm became the dividing line.
Since then, it has been rainy and rainy every year, and there are dark clouds hanging over people's hearts.
I fled to Yangcheng, but met my old friend again in the morning when the morning glow rose.
The continuous rain will not stop easily,
Just like the inextricable pull between us,
Waiting for an opportunity to slowly see the sky.
Intention: The old self died in the rain and fire. I embarked on a journey to find a sky without rain.