Talk about the mood of rainy night.

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

Sadness, like a thunderstorm, no one can understand the sadness and sadness of rain.

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

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

Rain, there is a kind of persistence, but also a kind of lingering, like the thoughts floating from rainy days, like the taste of rainy days, like the faint feelings of rainy days, like listening to the sound of rain thinking about you.

The rain fell and soaked the image in my memory, but when I reached out and touched it, it was gone. It turns out that everything is just a memory.

It's raining in Mao Mao. I don't know if it's too sad. Even god couldn't help crying.

After all, rainy nights are not as good as snowy nights. If you are in the rain, it is raining and people are raining; If you are in the snow, your feeling is hazy and the moon is hazy.

Listening to the tears telling the rain the bitterness in my heart, I can only shout to the sky, my heart is full of pain from you.

Shake off the ash on the pillow, the memory will reverberate, and the vague rain will turn up the cold night, but who can turn up several wounds? But I saw a tear in the rain.

It seems that all tragedies happen in rainy days, so it is doomed that people will always feel lost in rainy days.

This rainy night is not heavy, just like a chubby cloud floating overhead on a sunny day. Wearing a raincoat, I am willing to walk casually. You wait for me in front. Don't worry.

Looking in the rain, crying in the rain, waiting in the rain, unrestrained in the rain, waiting for her in the rain.

In fact, every flower has its own life. When a flower withers, it is the end of life, and its seed is the continuation of life, continuing to bear the wind and rain and facing another reincarnation.