The winter rain was unusually cold, especially after a cool breeze, and I suddenly felt shivering.

Although he has passed the age of being able to play unscrupulously in the rain, his heart is still restless, and how important is the eyes around him? The answer to me is – it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

The sun has withdrawn from my sight, the difference between day and night is only in the time representation, standing on the street for a long time, looking at the corner of the sky in the distance, as if the same piece that I had seen at that time, and then, under the dim sky at the beginning, the rain, creeping, the first thing I felt was the cheeks, very cold, but very comfortable.

The light jacket was not zipped, the wind and rain blew my clothes on both sides, and the long hair that rarely fell down happily covered my eyes. The raindrops I saw when I squinted were falling in front of my eyes, and the wind was raising them again.

My hands and feet were cold, my hair was already wet, and the umbrella in my hand hadn't been opened for a long time, as if I wanted to be quietly drenched in the rain for a while.

After the rain, I will feel: Oh ~ It's so cold!

It's like a knee or elbow being bumped or touched before you feel a dull pain in a certain part of your body.

It's like eating a pack of spicy noodles or hot pot, and then it suddenly dawns on you that they are many times spicier than you imagined.

It's like we stumble on the road to growth, and we are indispensable to have some things that we always realize later, so that we pass by and are like strangers.

However, it doesn't matter, what we miss is to be our passers-by, and on the road ahead of us, we must carefully see, listen, think, and read......

I won't be sorry for missing it, because the more sorry it is, the more it will only seem that I am obsessed with it, and it has become a stumbling block to my invisible heart.

If you can really do a complete cut, it will be really cold-blooded~

Contradiction is part of who I am, or perhaps a part of you.

Those people or things who are aware of it later want to become a blank sheet of paper, to become what they had at the beginning.

Maybe I haven't really missed it now, so I can't experience that kind of coldness for the time being, but if I could, I hope I won't feel it in my life.

Tell me that you don't want to miss or make mistakes, I hope we really won't do anything wrong~ miss ......