I don't want to see your leaving figure on a rainy night, I don't want you to bear it alone, I don't want to see your slightly melancholy eyes... So please hold my hand and we won't be separated.
[This is a story written by a stupid girl who has never seen a tutor. She accidentally saw Mr. 80'S bright and sunny smile on the Internet and was instantly killed. It may be a scam, probably]