The city that tolerates you will have nowhere to escape when the storm hits. But there is no need to hide, because the rain can make the city fade away and look brand new.
I wonder if you have ever envied a city, because after the storm, it will look even more majestic. But you and I are different. After being stung by the rain, we will only look helpless.
Because love is like rain, it always attacks you when you are unprotected. The rain of love unknowingly spreads to the entire heart. No matter whether it is a gentle drizzle, a pouring rain, or a violent storm, they have never been kind to you. Just like the world, they are doomed when they encounter the word "love".
In the face of wind and rain, we cannot be as free and easy as the city, because the heart cannot be washed away like the city, and the love rain may even exhaust the city...
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