I miss my lover in rainy days.

Missing is sentimental. Under the call of thousands of raindrops in Qian Qian, tears could not help flowing down. My heart will feel a knife-like pain in a "sudden" moment. Lost, always want to recover, but everything is too late, and what can be recovered has long lost its former meaning.

I don't know when a drought began, so that the falling rain fell into a dusty memory. And my yearning for you, like a river bed that is about to dry up, is gradually drying up with the years of drifting away. If it weren't for a timely rain, would I forget you in the depths of time? Fortunately, the intermittent rain finally caught up with Tomb-Sweeping Day and played a sad music background for this ancient solar term.

I miss you. My acacia is like a green vine wrapped around a tree, growing in the rain and dew in spring, and you are an evergreen tree in my heart.

I always look forward to a sunny day, but I don't know if I want to have a rainy day in which it is difficult to go. I always wait for spring flowers to bloom, but it is worse in June.

She said she wanted to be a drop of rain. She doesn't mind falling, as long as she is not alone.

I ignored the time, because you appeared, I ignored the distance, because you appeared, I ignored the rainy day, because you appeared, I ignored the language, because I miss you all the time, dear, I miss you.

Seeing you holding a square inch wide ticket in your hand is your travel certificate. The rain dripping silently from the umbrella flower is my mood. I have no intention of keeping such a sad day, but I just want to miss you for a long time after the whistle blows.

Standing at the window thinking of you, writing your name by hand. Standing in the rain thinking of you, let the rain become your shadow. Lying in bed thinking of you, let the tears flow quietly!

Riding a wisp of breeze through time, looking at a city called miss, has long been out of touch with the truth. If the past was just a hangover, who would take another look at that eventful rainy season? We are just passers-by in the world of mortals for thousands of years. Who knows how to miss a midnight dream?

The world of mortals is rolling, gathering and parting, and we have never spent it alone. Friends around us have always been with us. That kind of emotion along the way can't be bought with money, and that kind of friendship is the eternal wealth in our life!