Talk about it when you are in a bad mood: all the pain is hidden in a surly smile.

One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.

Second, we are addicted to memories, but decadent in reality.

3. I finally got through that day, everyone looks like you, everything can think of you, and the songs I listen to are all about you. I am glad that I can finally stop asking for my return, contact and miss you.

Fourth, I have been forcibly giving you something, my time, my love, my importune, my ferocious and lovely. I never asked you if you wanted it. All I know is that I never give it to anyone

All the pain is hidden in the surly smile. The more you laugh, the more it hurts.

Sixth, it is because of too many wishes that meteors fall so heavily. There are too many lies hidden, so it hurts when we break up.

Seven, it took us three years to get a sentence: I once had a classmate. Those who break into your world without saying hello, from seeing each other for a long time, to seeing each other.

Eight, all my pains, worries and discomforts are all understated, inexplicable and unreasonable in your eyes.

Nine, if you want to forget a relationship, there is always only one way: time and new love. If neither time nor new love can make you forget a relationship, there is only one reason: time is not long enough and new love is not good enough.

You can't keep someone who doesn't care about you. No matter how much you abandon your self-esteem and how humble you are, you can't force someone who doesn't love you to stay with you. In this case, don't struggle.

Tell me the secret hidden in your heart

Tell me the secret hidden in your heart

First, the secret that has been hidden in my heart for many years has never been made public to anyone. Today, I am here to vent.

Secondly, I envy those people who have developed the habit of keeping diaries and have piles of thick diaries, because I can't keep diaries. Every time I want to write my feelings on paper, I always feel a sense of terror and feel that my true feelings will be discovered by others. Because this kind of thing is used to be discovered by others, if you have secrets, you should keep them in your heart and don't write them out.

Third, some secrets may never be told to anyone. I am not a person who is good at keeping secrets in my heart, but I really can't be too tired. Where is the tree hole? I don't want a solution or an exit. I just want to see the ending. If it's not death,

Four, I am here, accustomed to everything, slowly forget the original bad, slowly remember the secret hidden in my heart. If you can't get the warmth you want, put it in the freezer and never remember it again.

Sometimes, when someone uncovers a secret that has been hidden in my heart for years, I feel much more relaxed. It turns out that this is not a secret at all, but I don't want to admit it myself.

6. The mood in recent days is restless, because you don't know when life will lose its direction. It seems that the world has become desolate and abrupt, doing something wrong and perfunctory. These unfulfilled secrets have fallen into secret corners of their hearts, and they want to escape to remote villages, get drunk and torture themselves for several years. Will Ran Ran throw away all the grass and peaks, tame itself and turn everything into peace?

He was the first person to let me tell the secret hidden in my heart. I think I love him. At least when I am with him, I am really happy. I felt very happy that day when I went climbing for the first time. Just for you, can I really put it down? I have known him for more than three or four years. He asked me what's good about you. I said I don't know. I really don't even know you, but I just can't let go of the sandstorm.

Eight, it's graduation season again, familiar and unfamiliar friends are saying goodbye to each other, wearing bachelor uniforms, cherishing every place with stories on campus, doing bold things that have never been done before, talking to some familiar schoolmates every night about life, and guarding the secrets hidden in their hearts for many years. Because from now on, we will go our separate ways.

Nine, when the little secret I hid in my heart was exposed naked, the emotions of shame, anger, helplessness, despair and sadness drowned me a little. I really don't care, don't care, and it doesn't hurt.

10.[ 1/2] Hehe, I don't want to answer those questions at all. The opening of a scar will turn into permanent pain. Tears only make you more timid. Only an optimistic attitude and a strong appearance can hide everything. The final result is just hidden in my heart and I don't want anyone to know, because people can't keep a secret for you forever, and neither can I. Everyone is selfish and no one can keep it forever, even if it is

1 1. Aidiba finally uncovered the secret hidden in my heart for many years. He said: When I was young, when I quarreled, argued and got angry with others, I ran around the house and the ground three times, thinking that my house was so small and the land was so small that I didn't have time to get angry with others. Thinking of this, my anger subsided and I spent all my time working hard.

What you say when you are angry may not be angry words, but secrets that you usually hide in your heart and dare not break out. PS: It took a long time to figure it out.

Thirteen, when can I let go of the secret that has been hidden in my heart? I am really depressed. My meaning in this world is gratitude and gratitude. I never thought of it that way. How can I ask?

Fourteen, this feeling seems to be like the twilight village, but also hides a secret buried in the bottom of my heart. Why is the BGM in every scene so spicy and so nice? I haven't opened the deluxe edition yet. Open it and take out the music CD! ! !

Fifteen, the feeling in my heart, no one can understand, even if it is said, it is so casual! So I chose to bury it in my heart and hide my secret. Just mind your own business! There is no need to consider other people or things.

16. Maybe it is better to keep some secrets in your heart forever. Others won't feel sorry for themselves, and they won't be sad again. Many things want to happen, but they are afraid. When I find myself nailed to a fixed position, I will hate those who fix myself. They rewrote that part of my life, but I gave in timidly. It's nice to lend and never give in again.

Seventeen, sometimes, the actions that people unconsciously make may be the secrets that people hide in their hearts! !

18. I finally let go of the secret I kept in my heart for three years. In these three years, I tried all kinds of pain, betrayal and lost all my family, feelings and love. I tried everything. I think I can let you go, too Well, everything will begin to bless you again. I'm back.

Nineteen, some sadness, pain, loss you can only bear alone ~ Because there is no strong, trusting person to share with you ~ And you don't want to bring these negative emotions to the person who loves you ~ So slowly you learn to keep secrets in your heart. I really hope that the person who can support your world will appear, so you don't have to pretend to be strong alone. Today, I understand byGrace_ Xiaojue

The secret hidden in my heart is a lingering wound.

Twenty-one, how many secrets does a person need to hide to spend his life skillfully? When did you have a secret? What was it? Have you ever felt the urge to tell him, or do you really want to hide it like this, hidden in the deepest part of your heart?

Twenty-two, I said the biggest secret hidden in my heart in the past two years. From the beginning to the present. I have no regrets. It's comfortable to say it. Maybe I always tell the truth in a joking way. there is still a lot of time.

Twenty-three, everyone has a secret in his heart, everyone has an unforgettable person, everyone has a painful memory, but these will eventually be forgotten by beautiful things, because they are too eager for a lonely day, but they don't want to be disturbed too much, so they live a very contradictory life.

Qingcheng has a pair of eyes that can see through people. He hides his emotions in his eyes, thinking that others can't hear and guess. Cheng Yu has a pair of ears, and he can hear all the unpleasant sounds. He kept the secret in his heart, thinking that others could not see it or find it. Qingcheng is deaf and Cheng Yu is blind. Will you be my eyes in the future? Will you be my ear in the future?

25.1At the beginning of October, the chilling voice gradually subsided. Where am I? I seem to have something hidden in my heart, but I can't remember it.

Twenty-six, like a secret that has been hidden in my heart, has finally been dug out, without the panic and grief I imagined! But I took a long breath and seemed to relax! No more worry, no more fear, no more luck! Go, I will be behind you like the moon, forever! In this way, I can wait for you with peace of mind!

Twenty-seven, last night, I accidentally spoke my mind. It is really cheap. Drinking too much wine made me tell a lot of secrets hidden in my heart. Hehe, I really can't hide a secret.

I have never seen anyone want to cry when reading her prose. Her every word hit the deepest part of my heart, and those ridiculous perfunctory secrets hidden in my heart were all said by this woman. Yes, we are alive, we love each other, and we can't be afraid of being hurt. Go ahead.

29. I don't want to mention some things about the future, because they can't be solved for the time being. I want to be the best myself, so that I can tell you all the secrets I have kept in my heart in the past few years with the best posture in the future.

Thirty, because you trust enough, you are not ashamed. I don't know why, that is to say, the more I talk, the more I talk. Then I thought I might never say it again in my life. How embarrassing. The secret hidden in my heart, so many years.

Thirty-one, maybe you can only see it here. One day in August, 20xx, on a hot summer day, a group of people gathered in a classroom and a girl appeared in front of me. I fell in love with you at first sight, kept this little secret in my heart and tried to get your attention. Finally, we are together, 20xx years 10+00.

When I revisited The Purpose of Summer, it suddenly occurred to me that there would be a person in this world who could see monsters like Natsume, but his mother was not around. Lonely and lonely, you can only keep secrets in your heart. Warm yourself by watching Natsume repeatedly. At the end of summer, you will become more lonely and unable to find sustenance.

Last night, I told this story and dream to a classmate and the reason, because I think she knows how to think from different angles, which can help me analyze it, and she likes her very much. We told each other the secret hidden in our hearts, and we were all surprised. In fact, two seemingly unrelated people have their own stories. These stories hidden under ordinary us are all beautiful. Not many people know, but what they know is enough.

It feels good to have someone who can read your story from beginning to end and tell you whether you are crying or laughing! It seems that all grievances have been comforted, all pains have been understood, all hopes have been wished, and even the secrets hidden in the deepest part of my heart have been recognized. That's enough.

QQ personality talks about mood-accept all betrayal with a smile.

I love everything that can hurt me.

How can you bear to see me haggard without any comfort?

From now on, I declare that you have erased my most important place. Goodbye!

In one's life, there are some unspeakable secrets, irreparable regrets, unrealized dreams and unforgettable love.

The same thing, we can comfort others, but we cannot convince ourselves.

I like reading your messages when I wake up.

Smile and accept all betrayal.

Sleep all day, want to forget you all day.

I choose my own path. I'll go alone

No one needs to remember that it is just a lonely partner.

Every love movie has a heartbreaking feeling and a tearful picture.

If she can, she will love you for me.

Thin love can't fill a wide year.

You love more than big cities, and you can tolerate me.

But the thought of doing it for your eyes won't make you sweat.

The backpack is always filled with all your warmth.

I don't want your past and future, I just want the present.

Yes, I can't believe in true love, but you are willing to treat it sincerely and surprise me again. Let me pay the same love and give full applause.

A simple life will be easier.

Love happens suddenly.

When the years flow to the beginning, the once enthusiastic youth and the loved ones are just a mirage.

Never take the initiative and take the initiative frequently; Never serious to meticulous; Never turn to loyalty; From weakness to tears.

Choose what you love and love what you choose.

If I knew the ending, I wouldn't love you and suffer so much now.

The world is so big, please take me home.

How I wish you could accompany me through every crossroads in my life.

I saw time grind what you said I love you into I love her.

Who else can I share the secret of love with except you?

It is easy to call a wife, but it is not difficult to call a wife. But calling the old lady is a lifelong commitment.

Your soul is arrogant, and my life is with you.

You said you wanted to hug me, but your arms were so empty.

Even without you, I am still myself.

Don't leave incomplete love here, you shouldn't be in a world of two people.

Don't talk about separation I won't cry because of it

Talk about being in a bad mood and depressed.

Talk about being in a bad mood and depressed.

First, there is a cold plum tree. Among the plum blossom bones, there is a plum blossom, which seems to break through the shackles of buds. Plum blossoms are not fully open, but the petals are hanging but they want to open. The crowded petals are surrounded by stamens, and the outer petals are completely elongated. This plum blossom is swaying, rushing to kiss the snowflake that is about to fall into the dust.

Second, the Jintang setting sun, fragrant gaze. Diabolo Zen, who is Biying? Huajing Duicheng, who is gentle? Never write silently, but break. Snow and rain, alone. The red makeup is broken. Who locked it? It's snowing, and spring comes late. Sleeping alone, whose curtain is it? Cold plum is snowing, and silver is red. Who cries when wet wipes turn red? Sunset clouds cluster Han, and heaven and earth are awning. Who pities the flowers and stays sad? Cloak and hemp fiber are cold. A lifetime fragrance, who kisses the ice?

Third, in autumn, leaves fall one by one, with a trace of regret, into the arms of Mother Earth. They are jumping, spinning, dancing and falling lightly.

Four, rolling in the world of mortals, always like to use their own way, or like or love, or reading or crazy. Origin is poetry, and parting is painting. These chapters about years and memories will eventually be put aside by time outside the untouchable world of mortals. Let a quiet heart be shallow and light, free from dust.

5. The moonlight is still there, and the night is still early. Those prudent, finally failed to live up to the fleeting time, failed to live up to the years. Walking through the mountains and rivers, I suddenly felt a trace of unspeakable pain. Studying in Tianya, there is no answer as scheduled. Perhaps, I will never be able to warm the fall yesterday, and the love of the whole city has been dyed cold.

6. Persistent life sits in front of the Buddha like a lotus, and rhythmic love lights up the endless candlelight in my heart. Through the snowflake, I feel the echo of warm and humid air, maybe colorful is ahead! Let the original passion expand, light up the happy face on the other side with the language of poetry, and the beauty of drunkenness will quietly bloom in the corner of the years!

Seven, cling to the old, imprison time and space, and suddenly come to the end of time. The dream is full of flowers, and this feeling is not over and unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young. Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

Spring breeze comes to mountains and rivers, fields, streams and forests, flying with birds, growing like grass and blooming like flowers. On poetic days, the spring breeze sings heartily, blessing the waking life with her beautiful and tactfully singing voice, blessing the strength of growth, and blessing people to take firm and brisk steps against the rising sun.

Nine, flowers are the destination of color; The forest is the home of birds; The sky is the destination of clouds; The ocean is the home of water; Desert is the home of sand. The heart is the destination of everything. A bottle of water, a stem, a Shuang Ye, a flower, six plums and a violet, quietly stay in the vase, quietly elegant, indifferent and insipid. The splash is quiet, the glass bottle is transparent, and the yellow core moves with the wind. Core sports? Wind? Heartbeat?

Ten, a tearful smile is like a delusion, and it is unexpected to break people's intestines. Brilliant as tears of blood makes people cry, and flowers are drunk in tears. A little cinnabar, two ropas, three or five geese, flowers bloom in all seasons. Six strings are green, seven stars are hanging, eight or nine points are acacia, and ten years are lazy.

Eleven, some thoughts, so close, so far away, such as wisps of fragrance falling with the wind, you can smell it, but you will never touch it! Just like the meeting of souls, it always rings the bell of two hearts. Tonight, I wonder if you can read my mind like a lotus? I know that even if you are silent, I can still read you. Those feelings hidden in the depths of time are shallow encounters and deep collections. I read your affection, just like you, and I also read my mood of blooming flowers by the water and the curtains of dreams woven for you!

Twelve, a flower and a world, a dream and a cycle. Mindfulness is at ease, worrying about Bodhi. Every day is a beginning and every minute is a starting point. From then on, every thought will not be selfish, jealous, right and wrong, gain and loss, and every thought will give you countless merits.

Thirteen, the sky, like an overturned ink bottle, is deeply dizzy; Rain, like ink on paper, can't rain; The window was a mess, and the faint light pierced my sleepy eyes and pulled me back to this world from endless sleep. Another Tuesday, I get up, go to work, get off work and get up. Monotonous days seem to start the cycle mode, but the sky occasionally presents different colors, sometimes it is clear in Wan Li, and sometimes it rains heavily.

14. A peaceful mind is the most beautiful scenery in life. The scenery of life is colorful. Some people regard the pursuit of grandeur as beauty, some people regard the glory of success as beauty, some people regard the romance of love as beauty, and I still yearn for the beauty of peace of mind. Quiet, no fame and fortune, no intrigue, no painful loss, no expectation of success. Accept every surprise calmly, and accept every injury indifferently.

Fifteen, the desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Li He's frontier battlefields are magnificent, such as Wan Li in Pingsha and Lengyue in Yanshan. It is under the influence of the moon that sand takes on the form of snow.

Sixteen, I am alone waiting for the cycle of years, waiting for the dream of a thousand years. Looking back suddenly, the flower of youth lost its heart in the misty rain, but found its soul in the warm sunshine. Finally realized the long-buried heart. So, I smiled gently.

17. When I fell in love with April, I fell in love with Lin, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the smiling face of every flower, the tenderness and the agarwood Zen. Yes, I love April, I love her sentimentality, I love her confusion, I love her beauty, you are an April day on earth, and there are many reasons why peach blossoms bloom.

18. Looking back, only fragments of memories are left, saying that the past is like smoke, but I never think so. Sometimes it used to be like this. When you want to remember everything about yesterday, you find that you have almost forgotten it. When you make up your mind to forget it, it will linger in your mind for a long time

Nineteen, there is a poem that is the most touching, and that is the kindness of the teacher; There is a kind of life that is the most beautiful, and that is the teacher; There is the most elegant scenery, that is, the soul of poetry; There is a magic wand, and that is chalk; One platform is the most sacred, and that is the podium. I can't forget the pleasant style on the teacher's podium, the hard figure under the teacher's light, the teacher's kind smile and the teacher's kind teaching.

Twenty, the fog will always be wrapped around the mountain and never go. In a short while, it turned into a light blue tulle, which covered the pretty face of the mountain, fluttering and lingering; After a while, it turned into a white Hada, wrapped around the neck of the mountain, charming and extraordinary; In a short time, it merged into a white Youlong and swam around the mountain, turning the majestic green hills into various shapes.

Twenty-one, the years bloom like fireworks. Tonight, many sad thoughts fall into the sea of hearts. When a tear slipped, I found myself in despair. It turns out that it is the gloom of that place that overflows my heart in my life. I used to think that the only thing that separated us was those fleeting years. I once thought that the end of the world and the ends of the earth could be close at hand, but I forgot that there was a river of destiny between past lives and this life. No matter how hard we try, we can't swim or reach it.

Twenty-two, a thought of goodness is the beginning of all goodness; The evil of one thought is the root of all tragedies. There is only a piece of paper between good and evil. Life is always between good and evil, a little to the left is good, and a little to the right is evil. Life is full of choices, and the choice between thoughts determines the joys and sorrows of the next few days, even the prosperity and desolation of life. A kind heart is better than a hundred days' practice. Pepsi puts goodness first, that is, it creates infinite happiness.

Twenty-three, wake up in the morning, open the window, look at the distance, green hills are like wearing. At first glance, this encounter will be fixed as the first sight, with green mountains and green waters and running water. Although this encounter was not as shocking as the first meeting with a person, it concealed some unspeakable fate and opened my sleeping memory in the breeze, which seemed colorful.

24. I like gentle and elegant sentences, fragrant and pleasant teacups, peaceful and quiet smiles, spring breeze on willows' faces, childlike innocence, rambling thoughts, leisurely walking, roaming in the vast sea, a little love, a friendship as light as water, a pleasing life and a beautiful life.

Twenty-five, like the faint feeling, the quiet beauty of the night, the elegant rain, the free and easy wind and the lightness of the snow. Lightness at this time is a kind of artistic conception, not bland lightness, but lightness of people like chrysanthemums, being overly worried about the tranquility after the noise, and being calm as water, so that you can faintly feel a world of your own. My heart is as pure and quiet as the sky after the rain.

26. I saw that because of snowflakes, the water was thin, the mountains were cold and the winter was rich. I see people's hearts are only separated by snowflakes. I saw my relatives warming each other in the snow. I saw lovers holding hands and watching snowflakes flying all over the sky. I see that life is colorful because of snowflakes.

Twenty-seven, that young flower-like smile, that pretty and exquisite figure, that bright eyes and white teeth, that warm words are as fragrant as the passing years. Walking on the bridge and taking a boat together are not romantic storms, but also romantic customs. The storm has messed up my feelings of missing you deeply, and I can't stop cutting them.

Twenty-eight, commitment is like a pearl, its glory is the price of mussel pain, but also the glory of mussels; Commitment is like honey, its sweetness is the crystallization of bees' hard work and the pride of bees; Commitment is like a meteor, its brilliance is the tragic contribution of meteorites, but also the brilliance of meteorites; Commitment is like gold, its brilliance is the value of hard work and the happiness of gold diggers.

Twenty-nine, the sky is full of stars, like your bright eyes. Moonlight, like sand, brushed my hair tonight and weaved my thoughts. Meeting you is my fate. Our acquaintance was so accidental and simple. A small meeting made us get to know each other, and love doomed our lives. * * * words; The tacit understanding of language keeps us company all the way. Despite the ups and downs, we can still see the sunny night after the storm, which also adds an unforgettable memory to our life. I didn't spend a full moon, I didn't swear by each other, and I never expected you to bring me wealth and prosperity, just seeking peace and happiness.

Cherish yourself and we will go further. Some things, some feelings, are so beautiful, so wonderful, but when we have them, we don't care and cherish them. One day, these things, this feeling, suddenly far away from us and quietly disappeared from us, only to feel that it is so heavy and important in my heart. Perhaps life is so precious when it is owned, but it is not cherished when it is lost. It's just that nothing in the world can go back, so I feel sad and sorry.

3 1. If a person is not free, it is because he does not want to be free. If a person can't leave, it's because he doesn't want to leave. If a person has too many excuses for you, it is because he doesn't want to care.

Thirty-two, autumn is gorgeous, and the years have passed, and there is no longer a sigh to retain. Accompanied by warmth, ink stains flourish, please cherish the lost beauty. Flowers bloom in four seasons, ink soaks for years, and wind chimes. May every encounter in your life be perfect, and I hope that we will cherish this sincere feeling for a long time. Love warms a lifetime, and friendship goes hand in hand. I sincerely wish you can still keep your most beautiful smile tomorrow.

When I am alone, I like to make a cup of green tea and immerse myself in my heart. Good flowers are inevitably colorful, and the bustling scenery also has a bleak day. Only those dull years, accompanied by our simple life, watching the running water and smelling the birds and flowers, came to the end of life together.

34. Loneliness has nothing to do with noise. People jostling with each other are interpreting the flowers blooming outside, and no one is accompanying you to bid farewell to the fleeting time. Loneliness and busyness are very different. The rolling world of mortals drowns the mood, which can reduce the last rush, and life is as pale as ever. When a person grows up, after he understands that the world is not made up of flowers and applause, it is precious to stick to his dreams.

Thirty-five, autumn leaves are varied and varied. The plane leaves are like the feet of ducklings; Ginkgo garden is like a small yellow fan; Poplar leaves are like burning love; Loquat leaves are like a boat.

Thirty-six, let the heart into the autumn, let the heart into the heart, let the heart fall with the autumn, let the heart fall with the color, let the heart worry about autumn. There is no need to sigh, the autumn wind is rustling, worrying about killing people, and look at that, the autumn wind is all over the world. Don't sigh, the autumn rain is bleak and the mountain road is poor, and look, * * * sleeps and listens to the autumn rain. Needless to sigh, even the autumn leaves in the forest are newly blown out. Look, all the five lakes are autumn leaves. Liu doesn't need to sigh. Autumn is cold. Look at that. I said autumn is better than spring.

37. If you have a good attitude, happiness will last forever. Quiet is a shallow smile, with traces of wind and frost engraved on the brow; Quiet is the sunset, reflecting the willows by the river, and the years pass quietly from here. Quiet, not on the mountain but on the ground. If the heart wants nothing, peace will come. Look down on romance, how much floating dust is clouds.

Thirty-eight, life is like a play like a dream, and prosperity turns empty. How many times have I looked back on my previous life, and this life is only a quick glance. If I pass by in a hurry, who remembers the original surprise? We are just strangers, and the hand-in-hand between heaven and earth is just an episode of broken strings. The long world of mortals, who is who forever?

Thirty-nine, perhaps, you have forgotten the promise of your previous life in this life, and I am still waiting in time, waiting in the flowers in Jiangnan. Maybe, in this life, I can't wait to watch the flowers bloom with you. But I still want to say that the flowers in Jiangnan are blooming and the time is beautiful. Rain Lane in the south of the Yangtze River, I am waiting for you with an oil-paper umbrella and a smile.

Forty, eager to become a doctor, to remove diseases for mankind, especially incurable diseases; I long to be a star, shining and illuminating the earth; I long to be a fiery red sun, so that everything can thrive in the sun.

Forty-one, the heart is an old map. Open it slowly, full of smoke, the wind in the Tang Dynasty, the rain in the Song Dynasty, the bright moon in the Qin Dynasty and the mountains and rivers in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Love is an abandoned net. Broken old dreams are in the net, and with the sound of water, they flow coldly through the city abandoned by years. Autumn is deep, the night is cool, and the yellow leaves dance with the wind, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.

Forty-two, I always want to find a sunny and warm morning, step on the morning breeze and give you the flowers I picked. If you receive them, it will be a clear heart. If every encounter in life is the leading edge of accumulation, then I am willing to wade through mountains and rivers, write a smile on my lips into your poem, and extend my tenderness indefinitely.

Forty-three, autumn rain is flying, the rain is slanting with the wind, and the splashing sound is micro. Raindrops are as crystal clear as pearls and melt at that moment. Like a deep ink painting. I like that girl's elegant long hair, full of shyness, sitting on the piano and dancing deeply and poetically. A little more tenderness in vicissitudes of life.