It seems that when everyone mentions their favorite weather, they subconsciously think of bright and sunny days.
But I seem to have always been secretly in love with rainy days
I want rain, I am like rain, I love rain...
My youth is also like the wet rainy season
drip-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock
The falling rain cannot break open my curled up shell, my hidden heart
First person campus secret love growth diary
Short Notes
Intention: I hold an umbrella for myself