On the New Year's Eve with lanterns and colorful decorations, there is a strong festive atmosphere everywhere.
Walking alone in the bustling streets of his hometown, it started to rain. A soft liquid flowed out of the dim eyes. It is the tears shed inadvertently because of God's regret. On this sad rainy night, I gently plucked the strings and played a homesick song to the rhythm of the raindrops!
With hazy eyes, I saw the grass swaying in the wind on the opposite side. . . . .