An old street without romance, an old street without stories, an old street with a semi-old road.
She happened to be born in the Jiangnan region of Qiongyao, with romantic boudoir smeared on the gray corrugated corrugations. Looking out on the railings that have lost their vermilion paint, the green sky is hazy like a cup of hot latte.
It's about to rain, the blue tiles are three-quarters of an oblique arc, and fate is teasing love. The latte was scattered all over the floor, and the fragrance overflowed all over the floor. It was also gurgling on the tiles.
There are no traces left in the sky. I don't know how many migrating birds passed by, and how many wonderful clouds changed.
There will be a day, there will be a girl, oh, it will also be a rainy day. Oh, there's a stop sign there. Yes, there is another encounter. Well, what a beautiful encounter.
On such a day, it was that boy, well, that was the day holding the umbrella. Well, I was waiting for the bus there. Oh, it was a wonderful experience. Yes, a great experience.