The last subway train of summer may be late. I hope she will be late and give me some time. Blessed by the angel of peace, peace will stay for a while. After you leave, I can be free. In Nordic mythology, the mysterious kingdom of love, Cupid's concentric arrows are aimed at the world. When it rains, I prepare a flower umbrella, and she will not be found in the subway station. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry, and the world inside the car door is different. We in the crowd are destined not to meet each other, and the encounter eventually becomes a farewell. Heartbreak is nothing but understanding. I am the support in your life, or a useless knot in your heart.
