Orange Fish Luoyan

Is there a rain. We just stood in the rain without any scruples, it felt like the story was finally coming to an end, and it was like the story was spreading infinitely. The sound of rain falling on the sycamore leaves kept ringing in my heart, just like the sound of you crying sadly when we first met. In the heart that was wetted by the rain, the shallow traces of memory reappeared...