Love is like a sudden rain, the wind blows over the clouds, and the rain pours down from the clouds. When the sun shows a gap, when the clouds thin, only the puddles on the ground are left to prove its existence... Looking forward to the next rain, you don't know when it will come, and you don't know when it will go. It doesn't belong to you, but it will always belong to you, so why bother.
Concept: Growth is a banquet, give it a decent