It will be daybreak in an hour, and I will leave. I can only hear you sleeping, your gentle breathing, and your profile with your eyes closed. It is very beautiful. Goodbye, attached to your ear, I whispered, ah, I want to keep you here, and I will leave here now. The rain outside is silent, and it wets my cheeks. It has been half a year since I met you. Before, it feels like it happened a long, long time ago. Now that I think about it, we didn't even have a good conversation. Although there was always a lot of time at that time, ah, I want to keep you here, and I'm leaving here now. The rain outside is my tears, falling quietly and non-stop. The rain outside is my tears, falling quietly and non-stop. (It has nothing to do with the text.)