It's another plum season with heavy rain.
A man walked alone on the deserted street, his figure gradually disappearing in the hazy heavy rain.
Dense raindrops hit the umbrella heavily.
Hit him hard in the heart.
Colic. Fragmented.
How are you doing?
Do you remember me?
Do you still remember those youthful times we spent together?
No one will stand behind you and silently open a big black umbrella for you that can only accommodate two people walking side by side.
Like a black rose blooming in the daytime.
Charming, beautiful.
Only the past is left.
There is only once.
I will stay here alone, guarding the memories that only belong to us.
The end of time.
Our past. Can you still go back?
Conception: