Only then did I realize that it always rains in the city I have always liked. Rain may be romantic, and more people find it sad, but whatever, I like it.
In this way, I walked into the university, walked into the place where dreams began and fell, walked into that city.
I don't like this rainy city now.
In the past, it was my goal and ideal - to see beauty, prosperity, and romantic love. I regretted it after seeing it...
I don't know if the hope for the future continues, and I don't know if tomorrow's hope can continue?
Love parting, everyone has tears in sad times and youth.
Secret love... A flower that has no results yet blooms in an unusually coquettish way...