It will rain in the middle of the night. Who are your friends?

1. A quiet rainy night, a cigarette, a little music and a cup of bitter wine. In fact, I am also intoxicated with this life, but this intoxication is full of sadness.

2. Sorrow is like a thunderstorm, and no one can understand the sadness and sadness of rain.

I like rain. I like standing in the rain and getting wet, because no one will know even if you cry.

4. Listening to songs with headphones, watching the dark night, raindrops seem to hit my heart through the eaves, and sad music accompanied by the tapping of raindrops constitutes my sad symphony.