After listening to Hu Yanbin's "Xiaoxiang Rain", I suddenly thought, if someone is willing to make a Xiaoxiang rain fall for her, will she fall back endlessly in the cold night?
Just like the rain when they met and parted, the love when they brushed the black hair, who was intoxicated with whom for the whole life.
In the end, she just buried a jar of tears, wishing that she would drink from it forever.
He sighed, she left, and from then on he dreamed about it every night, with the light on.