The rain in the sky and the weather in this small town stopped in place, reminding me of your departure. The raindrops outside the window reflect the past. I smile and recall the memory of the black and white picture. I heard that there is a line of sentences with beautiful grammar called "If we want to be together forever, we are just talking" Without you, I hate myself. My thoughts are like the air around me, but I can’t see you. It's always too late. Without you, I hate myself. Without you, the rest of the day is waiting for you, my weak breathing I miss you very clearly but can’t do anything about it Zhang Zhicheng The so-called distance is not knowing where you are I’ve written it and miss you, but I can’t deliver it. < Src > Click to < Des > < Say > Written by silverbolt.bbs@ms.twbbs.org Submission time 03 08 31 This work was first published in Crazy Young Man Origin [Crazy, young, young] whshs.cs.nccu.edu.tw < 140.119.164.16 > From 218 164 27 15.HINET IP.hinet.net