Many years ago,
In this rainy city,
You always stand alone in the heavy rain,
Holding an umbrella,
Leave a corner of the clear sky for me;
Many years later,
Let me hold an umbrella for you,
And you,
But I don't know where I have gone.
... ...
The blooming season of high school is so beautiful. In this rainy city, in the heavy rain in the evening, Ji Qinghai met Xia Xin. The green first love always makes people recall it, and the green first love always makes people sad. The rain kept falling and our story continued. Two people under one umbrella, walking together on the same road. . . . . .