Fallingwater Apartment

Yu Jingsheng×Shen Guanli Musician×Freelance Photographer Cold words, pretty attacks × Deserted, pretty, free feelings / Very far away, there is a city that cries in the rain, where there are few sunny days, and the gray-blue tone is the eyes of the tomb, where freedom and sunny days are buried. Two lonely and weird butterflies embraced each other during the downpour. That rain-stained night was a kiss that the glass creations had not yet touched, far away. The hands of the clock at that time pointed to the birds in the wrong season, and the sunlight was so strong that it turned white. Shen Guanli asked Yu Jingsheng, "Yu Jingsheng, what does falling into the water mean." "Sunny day," Yu Jingsheng said, and then looked at him with a very light look, there was a rain inside. A long, long time later, during a snowstorm in the middle of winter, he knew that falling into the water had the same explanation as falling into the white. Falling into the water means rain. And Yu Jingsheng said, it was a sunny day. / Shen Guanli, this is a letter that cannot be sent. Written for you. I actually don't know what will happen if it rains on a summer night, but I just happen to see the water marks at the end of your eyes on a rainy night. So I thought that the summer night rain would fall in an instant, flowing from the leaves across the street to the bottom of the steps, and then covering my ankles. This is the distance from your eyes during the rainy season. And when you walk from the water at the other end to the greenery here, the rainy season becomes a love poem that accumulates water and reaches your ankles, stacked with the romance of thousands of mountains. Shen Guanli, from now on, don't forget me. / Love is the fall of free will, the sea dropped from the sky to the birds. Zhu Yuan wrote this about the lovers who must fall in love and be separated. She said that during the rainy season the lakes burst their banks. I think so. Yu Jingsheng, my tear glands stimulated by Nancheng poured out a lot of water. I turned into a lake, storing floods in your eyes to prevent you from being drowned. So don't cry. Just don't cry anymore. / If the world is destined to flood, I hope it's you who causes me to burst. Shen Guanli, your eyes are so beautiful, I saw millions of springs breaking inside. Are you leaving? Then, please don't forget me. *Messy perspectives and confusing narration *Timeline is 2017, to be determined *There are many favorite songs appearing *A story about a rainy summer *The update is unstable and disconnected at any time Intention: I wish you and me to be as free as the wind.