Once I prided myself on being half a poet, seeing the mountains is a deep and magnificent shore, seeing the sea is passionate, seeing flowers and grasses, they all have stories, the tide of the clouds and the rivers, the insects and birds are all hidden feelings.
Only to see you, the mountains and rivers are silent, the sea is quiet, the sea of clouds is no longer surging, the river tide is no longer surging, the flowers, birds, fish and insects are frozen by light and dust, and the world is silent, only you are left.
The rain in Gangnam did not rain in my hand to send a text message "It is still raining", and it has rained in the middle of the night. Although the weather is unusually cold, you can smell the humid temperature.
Yesterday was a muddy night, and the temperature dropped sharply, reminding me of the "good rain knows the season" on those rainy days, and the phrase "good rain knows the season, when spring is happening." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturize silently", raindrops fell on me, "sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizer is silent".
The sound of rain, banging on the window, ticking, a wisp of cold from the bottom of my heart, so that one of my hearts can no longer be quiet, can no longer feel the cold.
The night rain is small, the raindrops are knocking on the glass, it seems to be knocking on my heart, and it seems to be silently praying for my own soul.