He in the Light

When we first met, I hid in the music room and cried wildly to the sound of music. You passed by and were moved by the music. You stopped and wanted to see who was playing the piano, but you didn't expect that it was me crying there. Crying silently, without making any sound, just tears flowing. You are not a passionate person, but you knocked on the door of the music room at that time. You leaned on the door frame and told me that when you cry, you need others to know that you are crying. You should swallow all the pain by yourself. The second time we met, I hid in a corner of the swimming pool and cried, and my crying attracted you. You looked at me, stunned for a moment, maybe you didn't expect such a coincidence. You smiled and said to me at that time, "There is progress. You are no longer crying silently. If you take a deep breath, you will feel less uncomfortable. How do you feel now? Do you feel better if you cry out loud? You cry so loudly, it doesn't matter if you don't attract others, be careful that others think you are annoying, but you are the one who attracted me. Little crying bag, I am with you, don't cry." Later, every time I cried, you comforted me and accompanied me through my sadness. Later, you left, and I learned to be strong. The path you take is also the path I must take. I will catch up with you and will not be left behind by you. When we said goodbye, you held an umbrella, I ran into your arms, and you saved me from the rain. I looked up and saw you smiling gently at me. I was stunned and smiled back. This is how we meet again.