Nuo Sheng

Two years, both me and time, have made it through. Long or short, it seems unnecessary. Listen, the song in time is still the same as when you left, but where are you now? In this city, at the end of the old year, an unusually heavy rain suddenly fell, and the whole world seemed to be crying. With a posture that will never give up until the tears are shed. The only sounds in my ears are the sound of rain and your silent crying. Hey, tell me... When will it clear up?