The young man was listening to Yuge upstairs, the tent was dimly lit by red candles.
A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese cry out in the west wind.
I have heard several rains in my life.
One buried a fourteen-year-old boy who drew a crooked heart on the frosted glass window.
The corridor of the high school got wet. Because of my low self-esteem, I missed a photo I was supposed to take with him.
The scene happened on Orson's bench. He put my cell phone in his chest and said that it would be fine if I held it for a while.
Later I met a lot of people and drank a lot.
Then I realized that most of the encounters were just passing by.
It turns out that the most painful thing is never the lack of love. It is the epic I wrote with all my efforts. To the other person, it is just an ordinary page of diary.
It's still raining.
And I finally learned to hold my own umbrella and move forward.
Purpose: This book tells the story of the protagonist who has gone through several regretful relationships, self-examined himself amidst losses, faced trauma, completed self-acceptance, learned to reconcile with the past, and moved forward bravely.