The sky was gray, the breeze was blowing, and the rain was falling on the ground. I stood in front of the yard with an umbrella, watching the people coming and going, and I tried hard to find you. You walked towards me, holding the oil-paper umbrella I made and holding tonight's dinner in your hand. I found you at a glance. The sky suddenly cleared up and I saw the beautiful sunset. I really hope we can stay like this.
Will you stay with me? Gu Chen?
It will, always will.
Intention: Love can be vigorous or quiet