You know, even if the heavy rain turns this city upside down, I will hold you in my arms. I can't bear it, and I watch your back coming, and write down my unbearable sorrow that lasts for a second like a year. Even if the whole world is kidnapped by loneliness, I will not run, I can't escape, and no one will be old in the end, so I write about my castle where time and the sound of the piano intersect.