Yu Chiji likes to play drums. When the drum beats fall like a shower, boiling sparks explode. It seems like this can light up the gray sky and bring at least a touch of warmth. But when the last bit of drum sound dissipated, all that was left was the sound of beads of sweat hitting the ground.
The frenetic drumbeats could not match the elegant ballet, so he only dared to accompany the noisy crowd at the girl's award ceremony and deliver the victory hymn he had prepared.
There were countless rainy nights when he raced his motorcycle against the heavy rain. Let's see if the rain gets wet on me, or if I run out of the rain first. He imagined that if he ran out of the rain, he could run towards the clear sky of freedom. But every time, layers of Maybachs block the way forward and end up. Time and time again, Yu Chiji witnessed the motorcycle turning into scrap metal, and again and again he struggled to break out of the rainy night that he could not cross.
He wanted the roar of the locomotive to drown out the thunder and shatter the Maybach's barrier.
However, the boy in the heavy rain finally became the creator of the fog. You were thankful that you were black and inhumane when we met again, just because of what she said at that time. But what words can be remembered by others for a lifetime? Who will remember a sentence they said unintentionally. And you are just a passer-by in her life, leaving behind some bad memories. Why do you let people remember you forever? She'll come out of that haze, and you'll be left wandering alone.
How ridiculous, you created this fog, but you were the one who got lost in the end.
Youth is passionate, but unfortunately, it ends with regret; reunion after a long time, no regrets, parting ends
Intention: Regret