It said, “It’s raining, it’s the tears of the heavens.” Of course, this is nonsense and shouldn’t be taken seriously. But have you ever felt that on rainy days, there is a sense of melancholy and loss. The streets in the rain, people hurrying, always trying to avoid the rain. The trees, villages, and forests in the rain are not spiritually strong, even languid.

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Anyone who likes ‘rain’ is often a person with a story. Close your eyes, listen to the wind and rain, the ‘drip-drip-drip’ outside, has a wonderful ‘big pearl small pearl drops jade plate’ feeling. One drop of rain, hitting the corrugated iron, then naturally falls down, and can no longer be found. This feeling is like the people you met, the people you loved, once let go, you will never see them again, only lingering nostalgia, always lingering in the heart, can’t forget.

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It’s raining, I’m thinking of you, are you thinking of anyone? Do you still remember the first time we met? You appeared from nowhere, accidentally entered my field of vision. There are so many people on the street, why are you so special? You can’t say exactly what’s beautiful about you, it’s beautiful without reason; you can’t say why you’re moved, but the move is the move, why?

It’s said, “True lovers are people who cross time and space to meet.” Really, loving someone is a ‘one-eye-thousand-years’ feeling. If anyone leaves someone’s sight, and then becomes ‘looking through autumn waters’, then it’s impossible. I can’t miss you, so I mustered the courage to approach you, and then asked for your contact information. You were startled, then smiled: ‘Let’s contact often.’ You smiled so beautifully, I stared at you blankly, even when you walked away, I didn’t move, as if life was a dream.

Every day, I chat with you on WeChat, and then pour out my inner troubles, and then I say ‘like you.’ You speak in a roundabout way, but I understand your meaning, because we can only ‘like’ each other for this lifetime, and it’s impossible to ‘love’ each other.

In this lifetime, the people you can’t let go of are not the people who hold hands for a lifetime, but often the person you love but can’t get. Because you’ve loved, but you’ve separated, you’ve stretched out nostalgia, like countless fine and dense raindrops, you can’t count how many, you don’t know how long the rain line is, but you can feel it.

Now, I can only listen to the rain alone, and my mood becomes more and more sad. I treat the raindrops as tears, the rain lines as nostalgia, and the rain mist as the mood of being lost.

Now, I feel the cold in the rain, and suddenly I feel like water turns into ice. Because of you, my mood is so heavy, I treat every rainy day as a ‘looking at the end of the road’ contemplation.

It’s raining, I’m thinking of you, are you thinking of anyone? Are you thinking of a distant lover, hometown relatives, or a person who loves but can’t get?

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