I am a fledgling little girl, maybe my writing is not very good, but I will try my best. I believe I can do it, please give me your support, haha.
The rain was pouring down, and the air was filled with a cold breath. An ordinary butterfly that could not live in the ordinary was flying in the rain. She liked this general feeling, because it made her feel what the cold feeling was, and she also liked to make herself cold. Just like this, she wanted to bury her dream in this scene of the lake.
When the dream is gone, the heart is also dead. Since the heart is dead, what's the point of leaving a body in this world?