When I was young, I always had one or two close friends who were inseparable. During the rainy season, unexpected people will join your life, whether they are friends or lovers. Entangled and separated from each other, entangled and separated. Friendship is the catalyst of youth. It is interspersed with love at any time. The strong ones are stronger and the fragile ones are more fragile. Love is sometimes like a passing cloud and rain. You run desperately to avoid it, but it may fall just where you are. When you run desperately to pursue it, it may fall somewhere else. No matter where you go, there are people with wet trousers or in a state of embarrassment.