We All Find the Answer in Love

A stream called avoidance flows in the girl's clear eyes, but reflects the boy's clean smile. A long-planned rainstorm brought sad rain and fell into the creek, washing away the shore of my heart. The streams spread out and dried up in pursuit of the sunset. The girl sat on the wall that was closed in her heart, looking at the horizon, smiling and crying as she wished. It turned out to be a piece of sunset that was about to dissipate. It was very beautiful, but unfortunately it was very short.