As far as the spiritual power in my body is concerned, even if I want to solve it now, I can't really solve it. Now that some things are already known, it is time to settle down. However, at the end of this, shouldn't there be a parting requiem?

Parting, for me, for him and her, and even more people, is nothing more than clinking glasses in a glass. I, on the other hand, clinked glasses to a cappuccino, and it was a funny scene, so funny that I couldn't even use words, expressions, or reactions.

Parting is always a moment. In the blink of an eye, disillusionment, love is a catastrophe, it has destroyed everything in the beginning. You say, this cappuccino is a parting song. In my opinion, this is not just a parting song, but also a symphony of fate.

Cause and cause, cause and perish, cause you, perish in you! For me, and for you, it's all over. Perhaps, our end is the best ending.

The same café, the same table, the same cappuccino and the same cheesecake! It's just that these are still the same, but you are missing, your playful smile and silver bell-like laughter.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, gaze at the endless stream of people outside. Gradually, the people outside also quickened their pace, and the drizzle slowly fell. The drizzle fell from the sky silently, like the silver threads spit out by countless silkworm girls. Thousands of filaments, rippling in this sky, the misty light veil, has laid a mysterious silver veil for this kind of city.

"It's raining again!"

Picked up the cappuccino in his hand and took a sip gently, it was still so bitter and sweet. It's just that I don't know why, today I just tasted the rich bitterness, and the sweetness after the bitterness has been delayed.

"I see, I see!"

Suddenly realized, how can I taste that sweetness now. Because that sweetness has long since abandoned me. The so-called bitterness is sweet, when will this "sweetness" return to my taste buds again! I don't know, I really don't know, maybe never again.

If that's the case, that's fine. Let me be a person who can only taste bitterness. Suffering, isn't it a kind of life; Bitterness is not another kind of sweetness; Bitterness, isn't it the key to get out of that labyrinth!

It was she who made me love rainy days, even rainy days.

In the foggy sky, supporting the faintly visible silver filaments, countless silver beads dripped in the small pool in the courtyard, splashing small flowers, which she affectionately called Yuhua. Yuhua, touching the kind name in my heart; The rain flower touches the metaphor of the image in my heart; The rain flower touches the beautiful picture scroll in my heart.

Whenever it rains in the sky, I feel that the whole city is covered with a veil of fog, and the feeling of mist is like a dream, like a dream.

Lying on the windowsill, quietly watching the rain. On the streets, umbrellas of different colors are held up one after another, like flowers blooming in the rain, and it is like a dreamy fairy tale world in the rain. In the courtyard downstairs, there was the immature voice of children playing in the rain, looking at the innocent smiling faces, it was already through time and space, back to that innocent era.

The light rain is still falling from the sky over the city, and I love the city at this time, and I love the nature at this time. It was dripping, and that special, quiet feeling gently knocked on the door in the depths of my soul again and again.

The sound of rain is still so beautiful, like a heavenly sound. It quietly tugged at the heartstrings, and the fluttering of the heartstrings made this song incomparable. The rain was still falling, dripping, foggy, everything seemed the same, but it was a little different.

Ah, I see, the difference is that the edge of the skyline is already a little colorful, it turns out that the rainbow is about to come out!

"Do you believe that rain is alive, they have souls!" I've forgotten who told me that.

In the past, I thought this was ridiculous and ridiculous. By chance, I understood this sentence, and I completely understood that the purity, innocence and innocence contained in them are so strong, like a cup of strong coffee!

Leaning against the windowsill, sitting there, staring at them in the sky. From time to time, they would jump up to my window to accompany me and whisper to me. Yes, the rain is alive, the rain has a soul, at this moment I finally understood, because when they are coming, I have a sense, they not only have life, not only have a soul, they are more affectionate, and there is a deep love between them!

Tonight, the sound of ticking, like a gentle drumbeat, once again lingers in my ears and beats my heart again.

I know, they're here again!

"You're here, You've finally carried you here!" I've been looking forward to it for too long, "You know what? How much I miss you! ”

"Miss us so much, let's dance for you!" Their whispers lingered in my ears for a long time.

The little ones, neatly dressed in silver, shining brightly in the night, like fireflies dancing on a summer night, and like little shooting stars with naughty eggs, crossing the sky like hip-hop, dragging their long crystal tails, but leaving nothing.

The hourglass of time slipped away quietly from the fingertips, was it that the little ones were tired of jumping and playing, and inadvertently, they slipped away quietly. It's just that when he left, the little guy only took half of himself away, leaving the other half to inject into my heart. At that moment, the heart was so sweet. No wonder Lin said they were sweet!

The little ones, the little ones, and the sweet little ones, gave me the warm and soft feeling in my heart at this time, and also opened the prelude to the crystal white dream of the rain......

And the prelude to this rainy and rainy crystal white dream is gradually clarifying my soul. As I gradually settled down, I seemed to be purer, more natural, more like I had just been born.

It's still the same sentence: the foggy veil-like sky, supporting the faintly visible silver filaments, countless silver beads drip in the small pool in the courtyard, splashing small flowers, Lin affectionately called them rain flowers. Yuhua, touching the kind name in my heart; The rain flower touches the metaphor of the image in my heart; The rain flower touches the beautiful picture scroll in my heart.

And this sentence will make me extremely pure and natural, and it will be more like a voice. And that was not my touch of breath spiritual power that originally made me feel as if it could help me, it seems that it is not just that simple.