Many people say goodbye, but they never see each other again, many things, thinking about coming back, but never looking back.

How many regrets, how many unsatisfactory, how many seemed to have gained, and how many were lost.

Not to mention the joys and sorrows, not to talk about the cold of the world, how many joys and sorrows can the young man have, and how many "people" he has seen in the hot and cold world, after drinking, just talk about the rain, this flower, this wine, this song.

Rainy day is a kind of gentle and easy to be sad on the heart, some people hate rain, because it is inconvenient to travel, there is a lot of water on the road, a brand new clothes, expensive shoes, are easy to get dirty in this weather, the business on the street is also bleak, people who have no sense of security, at night, cover the quilt, listen to the rain hitting the window, afraid of the thunder exploding, homeless people look at the rain curtain in the sky, they don't know whether it is tears or rain on their faces, and the lost people look at the raindrops, can't distinguish the direction, can't distinguish between cold and warm.

But there are always people who like this rainy day, people with stories don't know the joy and sorrow when they look at the rain curtain, literary and artistic booksellers look at the falling rain from their hearts, sad people cry bitterly on the rainy day, and there are always people who like to find a secluded small restaurant, sit by the window, and drink slowly under the rain curtain.

The wind and snow moon are as refreshing as the wind, soft as flowers, cool as snow, and quiet as the moon. Flowers have been a symbol of a beautiful woman since ancient times, and people have probably written flower language for each flower, and there seem to be rules for what kind of day to give and what kind of person to give to. When I was young, I met a girl like a flower, the kind of girl who lingered in my heart at a glance, and when I met someone who was too amazing when I was young, I might be imprinted in my heart for a lifetime. Flowers on rainy days, flowers blooming in the rain curtain, weak and strong, beautiful and desolate, probably flowers and rain, and teenagers and girls are generally a perfect match.

Well, if you see each other, how can you not drink happily, how can you not sing loudly. Some people drink wine and feel sad from it, remembering the past that they can't forget, and crying bitterly, and some people drink wine quietly, without sorrow or joy.

"How hard should I write the words that are steaming and tearful".

I always wonder if if we said goodbye at the time, can we really say goodbye later? If there is an appointment, will it come as promised, in fact, we don't seem to have met, and naturally we will not make an appointment.

In fact, there are not many intersections, and they basically rely on the Internet to connect, and I am thinking, if we really meet, I probably can't say half a sentence.

I once fantasized that there was such a pen, and the names of the people in my mind under the book could be seen even if they were separated from each other.

At that time, I said, if there was such a pen in the world, whose name would you write with it?

If there were, I think I would have written your name without hesitation, and then told you a lot of interesting things, how beautiful the clouds on the horizon were, how heavy the rain was today, how good the wine here was, how I missed you, and for example, I liked you...

I think we should meet someday, somewhere, if it happens to be raining that day, there are blooming flowers, there is a cool breeze, there is wine, there is a song, there is you, then it will be good, the best.

It's still the same as before, a person will drink some wine, write less than before, and miss you more often.

It seemed to be raining, waking up in the middle of the night, opening the curtains and staring out the window in a daze.

In the heavy rain, the neon lights in the distance were as bright as fire, so close to me, and so far away. A few blocks away, the CBD area still shimmers and bustles on a rainy night.

Leaning on the windowsill, looking at the lights not far away, listening to the sound of the rain, and drinking slowly, in fact, there is nothing wrong with this, but there are fewer people, and it becomes very bad.

I miss you when it's raining, I miss you when it's sunny, I miss you when I look at the sunset, I miss you when I drench the morning sun...

Okay, well, actually, I know, it's not a big deal, there are always people in the world who miss someone who is far away.

It's like two meteors that cross the sky, if they don't collide when they meet, they will never meet again.

The rain seemed to have stopped, and the small flowers in the yard were knocked down a lot by the raindrops.

In the gentle moonlight, the evening breeze blew in gently, with coolness, I drank wine tonight, sleep well, good night.