Rain Pours Down the City

There is rain on the city, there are clouds on the rain, and there is a city on the clouds. The rain fell on the city. Many years later, when Sisi grew up, she would still look at the sky unconsciously every time it rained. Although she knew that the city would never appear again. But she will always remember it. ——Mr. Deer, life is more than strong winds and heavy rains ——Thank you for growing up with me until I am no longer afraid of the dark PS: A warm little fairy tale with a bit of darkness, written for every Sisi in the world.