After the rain, the sky clears and I meet you. It turns out that what I hate is not the rain, but the fact that I have never seen the sun in the rain. To be close to me is to be close to the abyss. Countless people have left me. Until that day, that was the closest I got to the sun. I thought it was a short-term warmth. It was indeed the person who stepped into my swamp alone and experienced my wetness and pain. You will leave when you are tired of me, right?
This is a story of redemption and self.
Remember to walk home in the mist and rain, there is always someone waiting for you to come home. Don't forget to bring an umbrella
Intention: Be the light and illuminate your dark night