Those seemingly gorgeous patchwork words express their bitter feelings in a heart-throbbing way. I know that the hearts hidden behind the words are extremely lonely and empty. They try their best to hide something, but they are wrong from the beginning, because their words are full of groans without illness.
It is the withering rain again, like tears that want to speak. When we feel the emotional pain brought by this lonely rain like crazy, there will always be people who are dissatisfied, because the rain is too small. It is normal that it cannot bring joy to the minority who feed the majority. I have seen many young people who have no ability to survive and can only whimper and spin silk. They use those extravagant emotions to make cocoons for themselves. Then hang on the tree and swing their youth swing. Those cynical people keep criticizing and despising.

I never thought that one day I would come to attack my own sentimentality. I directly classified it as a lack of ambition, and strangled it with a big stroke. Seeing their helpless decadent sadness, my eyes slowly became numb. Their writings were filled with this style, and they were still admired by many people. Even if your spontaneous sense of excellence was gorgeous, you were still lonely, lonely, and empty. You told your fans that you would gradually become indifferent or slowly approach death. This isn't the point. Those words were the panic in your heart. If you are not afraid of loneliness, why bother to talk?

The misty drizzle intoxicated me, and the coolness of the rain could make me think clearly. I thought about life like a pretentious person, but I was not satisfied. I couldn't see the future, just like I couldn't see the front blocked by the mist. But, I always think about what is ahead, otherwise what is the difference between humans and those brainless creatures that can only reproduce by eating, drinking, sleeping, and reproducing.

I have a special feeling for rain. You normal and conservative people can only despise it but can't understand it. You can only complain that the weather is wrong. Yes, you are simple, we have more boring and inexplicable sorrows than you, we are tired, very tired, very tired... We are really bored. It is not your "remembering the past", we just left special memories in the rain, virus memories that cannot be formatted.

There is no way, it is difficult to get along with a person with an uncertain personality. So keep a low profile and keep your seemingly single. You can have any friends, change your personality according to who you meet, adapt to everything, and adapt to nothing. There are many people like me, and they are often accompanied by the constant reincarnation of all feelings. Like a wheel, whether it is pain or happiness, you have to go on with everything. It doesn't matter, I'm used to it.

The rain hitting the window hindered my thoughts from afar. It feels good at the moment, and I don't need to care about anything. In fact, it is good to live freely. When you look down on everything, you only live for yourself and pursue only for yourself. Don't care about others, don't care, don't you look down on everything?
Yes, you can laugh at everyone including yourself.

There will always be changes, whether inevitable or not, and everyone will work hard for themselves. I believe this, and there are examples around me. They make me feel the crisis of the future, and I don’t need to say anything more.

Withered and lonely rain, you came at the wrong time, at least I didn’t see the total solar eclipse today. I hate you again, please stop raining now, and don’t pee anymore.