Dim lights. Lonely stop sign. Empty streets.
The last bus didn't come. It has been raining.
You came running. The umbrella can't keep out the rain, you are soaked through. Aren't we neighbors and live in the same alley? Far away, you are standing outside the eaves, holding an umbrella ... Usually, no one talks to anyone, but at this moment ... reserve belongs to girls, but none of you boys can talk easily. "Hey, it's raining hard!" In a word, the night is no longer lonely, and people are no longer lonely, but you face the other side solemnly. How many times have we met, "Off duty?" In this sentence, the distance between heart and heart is shortened by half. But you don't talk! Where is the shore in the world? Only the boat is close to the shore. The reservation belongs to girls. Why don't you let me drive? Well, I don't know. ...
The last bus didn't come. It has been raining. The wind. Water. This empty street.
You always look at the rain line under that lamp. Look, listen and expect. ...
In the rain, I am looking for his figure; In the sound of rain, you are reliving her whispers ... the lost things can never come back, but people always fall into the quagmire of nostalgia.
The last bus hasn't come yet. My legs are sore and my heart is annoyed. It is raining harder and harder. Night is as black as ink; At night, the sea is as deep. Power failure, this dark street.
My feet were wet, and a chill swept through my body.
Holding an umbrella, you left disappointed. I dare not stay any longer ... On a rainy night, we missed the last bus.
Who doesn't want lighting in the dark? Who doesn't expect to be taken care of in difficult times? You walk like a fly. Do you want to leave me alone in the dark? What a horrible night! You cold-hearted man!
"Who said more than 30? Who said anything about thirty? Who is the problem ... "Neighbors care about older youth and want to fix us up. Who do you scold for having a bad idea ... who do you scold will laugh. Yo, are you angry, too? You also said that I was great, and that my eyes were born on the top of my head ... to tell you, a girl's heart is by no means an unknown highland that is difficult to attack. ...
You don't blame me and I don't blame you. Just where we missed it, please carve a deep direction. ...