The rain falling in the heart stirred a trace of throbbing in the heart with the flow of water in the heart, there was not much floating or static, but at that moment there was a strong tension that people could not help but fall into

The rain is falling

Stirring a throbbing that flooded the heart, it rippled with the water in the heart, and there was not much floating

It didn't go still, but there was a strong tension in that moment

It's hard to get caught up in it, and after contemplation, it goes back to normal, but it seems like something is missing inside

Maybe it was some of the old traces on the body that had been moistened by the rain, and some of the old traces on the body had also been washed

The faint veins of the leaves are reminiscent

Mottled traces, reflected on the moss, with a sense of historical heaviness, seemingly bland and impermanent, savoring more flavor