The neon lights outside reflected on the glass windows, dyeing them in colorful colors. I saw colors running down it, like rain running across a window.
It's the kind of fragrant rainwater that's filled with the fragrance of flowers.
I lay lazily on the bed, watching the dusk sky outside and the pop music floating from the porch opposite. Suddenly I feel like falling in love. Falling in love is indeed a feeling, I am sure of it. It often erodes your whole body and mind when you feel extremely lonely, but disappears without a trace when you are happy.
You may not believe in love or encounter love in your life, but you must try to fall in love once.
I began to believe that love, to me, is a piece of colored glass.