The early morning rain, through the dim light, the hazy weather was suffocating. People taking shelter from the rain complained about the changes of this season, but I could only respond in silence. The scene has appeared in my dreams many times, but I can never remember it. The pale memories are as pale as a discarded ghost. Be abandoned or choose to forget. Ordinary life is surging like clear water. Those years were frivolous, and the waiting love is more valuable.