Perhaps the fleeting world has disturbed my dream of youth.
After the rain, I stood alone on a street corner and began to sing the tune that belonged only to us.
"It's raining! It's raining!"
"Shh... Don't you think the sound of the rain is just like my heartbeat?"
Her fervent face, like night, like rain, tugged at my heart. And so the world, facing its beloved, cast off its vast mask. It grew smaller, small as a song, small as a kiss that lasted forever.
"It's raining! It's raining!"
I had no time to turn around. Everything had changed.
My youth will eventually be shattered. When that happens,
it will surely tell you, utterly defeated,
"But at least, I have loved."
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This plot is really touching. The author is so awesome.
I can't keep up with the train of thought.
Q_Q I scared the baby to death, why did my painting style change so much?
The writing looks pretty good, keep it up