Disappeared, the road when we came, we walked in the rain curtain of life.

Looking at the dense rain and the rustling wind from afar, the sound was blown away by the misty wind!

Relieve the melancholy accumulated for thousands of years. In the rain curtain, the floating melancholy gradually becomes a melodious melody.

In the dream, a love song revolves around the eyes that gaze at each other, flowing in soft lines like water.

We sing poems with a smile, smile in our dreams, and the smile flowing on our lips has become the most delicate scenery in our memory.

We are lost, lost in the soft landscape