The encounter was a grand and long-lasting weathering, and all traces became the old strata, approaching and far away from the uplifted mountains. From then on, the blue sky was everywhere. If it never rained, maybe the breaking would be slower, but the rainy season is too long and the memories are too short. So everything will fade away, and maybe it will start again.
I was dubious about this until I met you.
Shen Porridge, until I met you.
First person perspective, fiction, not reality
Purpose: May everyone have love and freedom